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The New Office Ch. 01

By: b32145623



I arrived early on a sunny Monday morning in mid-April, the air brisk as I stepped out of a cab in front of a gleaming 40-story office tower just off Central Park. The building housed the boutique data management company with which I had just accepted a probationary entry-level position. I had moved to the city just a few days earlier, twenty-seven years old and recently single, having split with a long-term girlfriend a few months prior. I knew more or less nothing about the job, but the starting salary was attractive enough to make it a worthwhile gamble.

The building's immense lobby was cast in dark marble. The only person present was a blazer-clad young woman, standing behind a small rounded kiosk, whom I tentatively approached and asked for directions. After inspecting my driver's license, she glanced down at a computer monitor and directed me to the thirty-fifth floor. 

I took an elevator upward and walked out into a chic, modern reception area filled with bright natural lighting allowed in by tall, broad windows. A receptionist, her short auburn hair brushed back and to the side, sat at a desk, hallways leading off to her left and right. The young woman's large, wide-set brown eyes were the centerpiece of a pale, beautiful Scandinavian face, her mouth at first glance serious but upturned ever so slightly at the corners.

"I'm Rachel. Welcome to the office."

The young woman stood, revealing an almost impossibly statuesque physique, her long legs covered down to mid-thigh by a black business skirt. A white blouse was buttoned tightly over her bust, nearly to her neck, the sleeves cinched around the middle of her toned upper arms. She had wonderful posture, the small of her back accentuated by a firm slope above and below. I guessed her to be about twenty-three.

As we met, Rachel reached out to take my right hand with both of hers and held it gently for a moment. "We're happy to have you. It's been a while since we hired anyone new." The peculiar expression had not left her lips, but a hint of mirth in her brown eyes put me at ease.

"Our space is a little tight right now, so you'll have to share an office with two others for the time being. I hope that's not too much of an inconvenience. Why don't we go introduce you right away?"

She gestured for me to follow her as she exited to the right, taking me into a broad corridor with what appeared to be offices on both sides, the contents obscured by frosted glass. I could make out vague silhouettes in some, but nothing more.

As we walked, Rachel described the building's amenities, which included an extensive gym facility in the basement, a rooftop restaurant, and even a coffee station replete with barista on the thirty-fifth floor itself. The company rented a number of floors, all linked internally with open staircases.

Finally the receptionist stopped and knocked at a particular office with a closed door. Someone replied, "Come in!"

Inside were three large desks arranged facing inward, with the open side accommodating the doorway. Resting on each desk was a computer, a phone, and scatterings of paperwork. A wall-to-wall window opposite the entrance gave a view of Central Park, imparting a sense of openness to the room. Large rectangular wardrobes stood to each side of the door, with filing cabinets lining the other two walls.

Two women sat inside the room. The first, located at the left-hand desk, had an unconstrained mess of dark, unruly hair curling around a heart-shaped face. Her full lips, small nose, and striking brown eyes conveyed a threatening degree of intensity. A form-fitting grey shirt with long sleeves left little about the topography of her medium-sized breasts to the imagination. She looked to be in her late twenties.

Rachel moved to introduce us, her hand resting gently at the small of my back. "Maria, this is the new data manager we finally hired. You've seen his resume. He'll be in here with you." Maria nodded but did little else to acknowledge my presence. 

Rachel turned back toward me. "Maria will be your immediate supervisor. She'll monitor your workload and will be directly responsible to our management committee for your progress and performance. But I'm sure you won't let her down." She smirked at me.

The pale young woman situated at the right-most desk had been quiet the entire time, holding the receiver of a phone to her ear and looking off into space absently. She sported a pair of thick, stylish black glasses which contrasted beautifully with her large green eyes. Her dark brown hair was held back in a low, messy bun. Like Rachel, she wore a crisp white button-down, although hers had long sleeves gently cuffed at the mid-forearm. The top-most button clasped was just above the center of her exceedingly prominent bust, leaving visible the arching heft of what appeared to be soft, natural breasts. Given the girl's willowy frame, the sight was hypnotizing.

I felt a sharp pinch on my butt, drawing me out of my reverie. Rachel darted her eyebrows upward mischievously. "Adrienne," she said, turning back to her right, "come over so I can introduce you to your new office mate."

Finally Adrienne hung up the phone and stood, revealing a pair of dark, tight pants. She walked around her desk with her hand extended formally. I could see that she was slightly taller than Rachel--probably just under six feet in flats. As we shook hands, the girl almost eye-to-eye with me, I strained to keep my attention on her face.

The receptionist was the first to break the ice. "Adrienne and Maria will help you get started. In case you have any logistical questions, you know where I sit. I'll see you around!" She again took my hands, squeezed them, and left me standing there.

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Maria immediately arose, a manila folder pressed to her chest. She was wearing a pair of tan pants that highlighted impressively rounded curves, her well-defined butt forming a perch leading into firm legs. Including her slight heels, I put her height at 5'7. She walked by me and exited into the hallway without a word, going the opposite direction from Rachel. Adrienne uselessly called out, "Maria, wai--", to no avail as the other woman walked purposefully on her way. 

"Well, I suppose that's my desk?" I asked cautiously, gesturing toward the station in the back middle of the room. She nodded. As I walked over and took a seat, she did the same.

As I started reviewing a stack of training documents that had been left on my desk, I couldn't help but glance periodically up at Adrienne, who from my desk was visible largely in profile. I noticed for the first time that the outlines of her bra were apparent through the thin white shirt stretched taut against her chest. My life having been totally devoid of interaction with women over the past few weeks, I lost myself to daydreaming about Adrienne's chest.

At that moment Maria came striding back in and stopped in front of my desk. "Come with me. I'm going to show you around," she announced, her tone implying that refusal was not an option. Without thinking, I stood immediately. Maria glanced downward to the left leg of my pants, the unmistakable outline of arousal on full display. I could see her eyes flash as she set her jaw. She spun and walked back out.

I followed Maria out into the hall and hurried to catch up with her. The sight of her three-dimensional ass extending and compressing as she walked was enthralling. As I got closer I noticed what had to be the arching outlines of her hip-hugging panties.

Even when I finally caught up, Maria did not look at me. Instead she glared straight ahead and pointedly remarked, "You're going to have to keep that to yourself. It is NOT acceptable in this workplace." 

I stuttered. "I-I'm sorry?" 

She stopped and backed me into the wall of the empty hallway, her finger poking into my chest. She was considerably shorter than me but I was intimidated nonetheless. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." 

With her other hand, she grabbed my still-firm cock through the cloth of my pants. "Either get a girlfriend to tend to your needs or take care of it on your own during off-hours. But don't bring it here." She punctuated the final sentence with several angry, emphatic tugs, apparently to clarify any ambiguity. 

My heart raced as I felt myself throb in her still tightly-clenched hand. 

"It won't be a problem. I promise," I said quickly.

Maria let go abruptly, took a large step back, and shook her head, presumably realizing that she had overstepped herself. As we resumed walking down the hallway, her tone softened. "Listen, I understand. Adrienne was practically hanging out of her top back there, and that wasn't appropriate either. Your reaction was natural. But that said, I can't waste my time wondering whether you're thinking about work or sex. I need someone who can focus." She raised her eyebrows, confirming that I understood. "Now let me explain our data entry system...."

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By the time we had finished reviewing the more or less inscrutable code of rules and procedures that governed the office from day-to-day, it was approaching 6pm. Still wanting to make a good impression, I stayed in the office until well after Adrienne and Maria had gone home for the evening. As I gathered my coat and began walking toward the exit, I heard a familiar voice. "Hey! I didn't know you were still here!"

Rachel was still perched at her receptionist's desk, a lone lamp casting light onto documents strewn all over her workplace. She looked at me invitingly. "Looks as though you've had a long day. Want to get a drink upstairs?"

I certainly couldn't resist the chance to spend more time with one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. "Sure thing. But only if you promise that it'll immediately followed by two more. I could stand to loosen up a little after a day like that," I joked. 

We entered the elevator together and Rachel pushed the button for the top floor. When the door opened a moment later, I had a difficult time believing we were still in the same building. The decor was dark and modern. A large, stylish aquarium filled with exotic fish decorated one wall. Even the lighting in the aquarium was intimate.

Rachel grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back, where we slid into a small booth for two. A beautiful view of Manhattan sat to our immediate side as snippets of strangely wistful music made its way to us. Shortly after the waiter approached us with drink menus, Rachel leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "Order me something good." She jumped up again and headed for what I presume was the restroom.

In her absence I ordered two of the less extravagant specialty cocktails described in whimsical detail on the menu. When I saw Rachel returning, my mouth opened involuntarily. She had undone several buttons on her shirt, revealing a hint of considerably larger breasts than I would have suspected, and several strands of hair now fell alluringly across her face. She grinned at me as she smoothed her skirt and sat back down.

"What's the matter? You said we needed to loosen up, didn't you?" She laughed, dimples appearing at the sides of her mouth. She leaned forward and reached a hand up to my tie. I reviewed her beautiful face as she focused on the knot, undoing it enough to release the top button of my shirt. 

As she looked up to find me staring at her, I cast my eyes downward, where I was no less embarrassed to find myself looking directly at her chest. Even with just a brief glance, I could tell that her breasts, although considerably smaller than Adrienne's, were no doubt spectacular.

I quickly struck up a conversation about life in the office. As the night went on, we refilled our glasses two or three times, and I found that Rachel was eager to gossip. She revealed that Adrienne had joined the company straight from Harvard a few months earlier but that she rarely socialized with other employees, and in fact hardly ever spoke to anyone on non-work-related subjects whatsoever. 

With respect to Maria, Rachel confided that she had been with the company for several years and was desperate to reach the executive echelon as soon as possible. The supervisor was known around the office as a draconian taskmaster, someone not to be trifled with. 

As Rachel cautioned me to stay on her good side, I found myself agreeing. "Oh, don't worry, I've already learned that for myself." 

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, her hand lightly resting on my forearm atop the table.

Suddenly realizing that the details of our hallway interaction might not be appropriate for repetition, I tried to cover my tracks. "Actually, nevermind. It's not a very good story."

"No, really, I want to hear it!" Rachel leaned in and rubbed my arm, a big grin on her face.

Against my better judgment, I related the incident: "Not long after you left earlier today, Maria seemed to get the impression that I was a little too... interested... in our other office mate. Out in the hallway she made it very clear that she did not want to see any, um, extracurricular activity between us."

Rachel opened her mouth in exclamation and raised her eyebrows. "You naughty boy! I bet she caught you checking out Adrienne's boobs just like I did!"

I looked away in embarrassment. "Something like that..."

"Well, she does have literally the best rack I've ever seen. But I guess now I know your type..." She glanced downward at her own chest and looked back up with a sneaky smile. 

We stood to leave around 11. In the elevator down to the ground floor, generic music played as Rachel leaned lightly against me, a contented look on her face.

On the sidewalk outside, I turned and began to thank her for a fun evening. She looked at me with her eyes wide, a blank, expectant expression on her face. As I finished talking, she paused for a moment, then leaned up and kissed me. I was taken aback for a moment as our tongues met, my hands finding her waist, her arms wrapped around my neck. Her kiss felt aggressive and passionate but not drunken. 

After just a moment I pulled away, my mind reeling at the prospect of Maria discovering the situation. "Rachel, I can't do this. Not yet. I could get fired, not to mention the fact that Maria would kill me."

"Fuck Maria. I like you," she whispered back, gazing up at me with a smirk.

I couldn't help but return her smile. "Well, listen. I need to get my feet under me here before I get involved with anything like this, even with a girl as wonderful as you. Come on, I'll put you in a cab and we can talk about this later."

Her smirk turned into an insouciant grin. "Fine, but I'm going to get my way, whether you want me to or not."

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Not long after lunch the following day, Rachel came to our office and asked if she could borrow me, saying something about medical clearance. I groaned, dreading the prospect of vaccinations or some other intake requirement. 

Maria noticed my discomfort. "Don't worry. They just need to get a baseline on your vitals and take a medical history. The health department is down in the basement with the gym." She turned back to Rachael. "Keep an eye on him. So far he's proven to be a little... overenthusiastic."

Rachael and I took the elevator down past the ground floor, exiting onto another hallway with large signs: "Gym" over an arrow pointing left, and "Health Dept." over an arrow pointing right. Rachel grabbed my hand and led me to right. As I turned the corner, I almost bumped into a young woman walking by in a short white lab coat. 

"Oh, hi! We were just looking for you," Rachel said.

The girl flashed a vivacious smile, her blue eyes twinkling. Her light brown hair, voluminously haloing her face in small crimped curls, ended just above the lab coat, which sat over a v-neck red sweater. "Well, I can guess what he's here for." She turned back to me. "I'm Kelly. It's time to take some measurements." 

Kelly pulled me along into an antiseptic room with neatly lined shelves and tables covered with medical paraphernalia. I turned to see that Rachel had followed closely behind us. Kelly looked back at her. "I've got it covered from here. You can head back upstairs."

"Actually, I've been told that I need to stay. For auditing purposes." Rachel smiled at me and shrugged.

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just try not to get in the way," she replied, closing and locking the door. She turned back to me and handed over what appeared to be a medical history questionnaire attached to a clipboard. "Here. Fill this out."

As I sat in a nearby chair and addressed the paperwork, Kelly and Rachel retreated to a corner of the room and appeared to review some documents together. At several points I noticed the two steal glances in my direction and appear to argue about something.

I stood up with the completed form and handed it to Kelly, who began to review my entries. Rachel addressed me directly: "Okay, handsome. Take it off for us."

I narrowed my gaze for a moment, unsure whether she was kidding. Kelly chimed in. "She's right. We're going to take measurements so the company can order some new clothes for you, and I have a few other basic medical diagnostics as well." I finally realized they weren't joking. I unbuttoned and removed my shirt, followed by shoes, socks, and pants. I finally stood wearing only boxer-briefs before them both. The room was cold and I was suddenly nervous.

Kelly began to conduct what seemed to be a thorough and systematic assessment of my proportions using a cloth measuring tape. Neck, chest, sleeve, waist, inseam--everything a practiced tailor would need to craft a bespoke suit. I felt her warm hands on various parts of my body and tried hard to focus on anything other than what was happening. She was gentle but focused as she notated the results on a chart. Rachel stood nearby, monitoring the situation closely.

The medical staffer then asked me to sit as she wrapped a blood pressure monitor around my right arm. She took a reading and appeared satisfied with the results. 

After disinfecting a small area on my arm, Kelly leaned over to draw a blood sample. I could see partially down into her red sweater, her lightly supported breasts swaying freely. As she finished and applied a small bandage, still bent forward before me, I felt myself harden involuntarily and saw the outline of an erection rising in my shorts.

Kelly looked up at Rachel, apparently not having noticed my excited state. "I know we haven't hired any men while I've been here, but are you really sure this last part is necessary? I mean, I don't mind, but... does he?" She nodded in my direction.

"It doesn't matter whether he likes it or not. We need it for the file." Rachel turned back to me with a look of triumphant satisfaction. "Please take off your briefs."

I found myself confused, wondering what "the last part" could possibly entail. I wanted to abide by Maria's instructions but had also just been told explicitly to expose myself. Shrugging, I pulled down my boxer-briefs and my hardened cock sprung upward, pointing directly at Kelly. Rachel openly gawked, while Kelly's reaction was more understated. "All right. This shouldn't take long."

I braced myself. Kelly picked up the cloth measuring tape that had been sitting nearby and again leaned down, re-exposing her breasts in the process and making me harder still. It was only when she stretched the tape against my erection that I realized what was happening. 

My length continued to bob up and down slightly despite Kelly's best efforts. She turned to Rachel. "I know this is a lot to ask, but could you help me here? Just hold him steady." 

Rachel, standing to my left, made brief eye contact with me. "I thought you'd never ask." She then reached out tentatively with her right hand. Using her thumb and forefinger, she clasped me firmly just below the crown. I felt myself surge with excitement. Kelly remained focused on her measuring tape. "That's great. It's definitely in the ballpark of seven inches. Just give me a minute to get as accurate a reading as possible." She was now deeply bent at the knees, positioned directly in front of me, looking squarely at my arousal.


The New Office Ch. 02



Rachel had left me alone in the office, exposed and unsatisfied. With no small amount of resignation, I tucked myself back into my pants and began considering the recent turn of events. Yes, Adrienne had agreed to coax Maria from the room long enough for Rachel to abandon her impromptu blowjob under my desk and run to the door. But at what cost? I had texted her an exceptionally compromising photo, the release of which could derail my career--not to mention Rachel's.

Maria came back a few moments later, alone. She paid me no more attention than usual, again focusing immediately on paperwork. In reality the stormy demeanor suited her Catalan looks--her dark eyes, full lips, and naturally bronzed skin conveyed an imperious mien. I suddenly realized that I had literally never heard her laugh in our three weeks of sharing an office.

"That was quick. Did you and Adrienne resolve the issue with Operations?" I asked innocently. 

"I think Adrienne must have eaten something for lunch that didn't agree with her," Maria replied as she looked more closely at something on her desk. She often bent from the waist rather than the knees, which had the effect of highlighting the seat of her well-defined ass even further. Doing so at the moment, she continued, "We were about only halfway there when she excused herself and ran for the restroom."

"Do you think she'll be okay? Should I ask Rachel to check on her?"

The brunette brushed a trailing lock of thick hair out of her eyes as she looked up at me. "I think it would be best if you didn't ask Rachel to do anything for the time being. Or have you forgotten how the 'health exam' ended last week?" She raised her eyebrows but added, not without sympathy in her voice, "I understand that you were just following their instructions, and ended up with a mess on your ha--" 

Maria realized her unintentional double entendre and paused, closing her eyes. She stood up straight, put her hands on her hips and took a deep breath. A thrill of arousal ran through me, unbidden, at the knowledge that she was mentally picturing my accidental release onto Kelly's face. 

"What I mean is, it's not you. It's really not." She walked over to my desk and reached out a hand to gently touch the sleeve of my jacket. "You're doing great work and I can tell that you're not letting yourself be distracted anymore by Adrienne, despite the fact that she continues to wear those ridiculous tops." She paused. "I really need to take the poor girl shopping." 

"All that said, I expect Rachel to know better, and until I feel like I can trust her judgment again, I just don't want to see her."

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The rest of the day passed uneventfully, although Adrienne did not return. Given her apparent illness, I questioned whether her cryptic final message, in which she had demanded that we meet upstairs at 8pm, was still in play. Not wanting to further antagonize her, however, I decided to work late and head up to the bar on the off chance that she was still counting on my appearance.

I exited the elevator a few minutes early and again went straight through the empty bar to a small table against the window in the back. A candle flickered in contrast to the twinkling city lights outside. The ambience was as atmospheric as ever, the tables cloaked in tranquil shadow and the music carrying an air of ineffable melancholy. I struggled with the sense of unreality that comes when one is peculiarly aware of one's surroundings, as if the world had been somehow blurred or shifted.

At 8pm sharp Adrienne entered the bar. Above a pair of stylish jeans she wore a form-fitting red thermal, the corded fabric stretched thin over her unwieldy chest. Her green eyes, thick dark glasses, and high messy bun bespoke a mousy intelligence. She sat down across from me with a hesitant look. Her breasts were resting heavily on the table in what seemed like a commonplace position for the girl.

"Thanks for meeting me up here," Adrienne began slowly. "I didn't want to talk downstairs. Maria works at weird hours sometimes and the last thing I wanted was for her to overhear us."

"It's no problem at all, especially after you, um, covered for me earlier." I gave a small, embarrassed smile as Adrienne ordered a diet soda from a nearby server. "But I thought you had gone home sick?"

"Oh, that was a cover story. I just needed to get out of the office for a bit." With what appeared to be some difficulty, the tall brunette forced herself to look me squarely in the eye. "You probably already know what I want to talk about. What's going on between you and Rachel?"

I hardly had to think before answering. "Rachel and I are just friends." 

Adrienne immediately creased her brow skeptically. "Oh really? Hm. Why do I find that hard to believe? Oh, right. This." She pulled her phone from her pocket, scrolled for a moment, and turned it to reveal the picture I had sent her earlier. 

Together we looked at Rachel's lips stretching around my erection as her brown eyes lit with excitement. I was struck by a sudden reminiscence of all the things the picture could not capture: her tongue swirling back and forth on the underside of my cock, her right hand pumping up and down in perfect synchronicity, her left hand rubbing the inside of my thigh. I remembered just how close to orgasm I had come, and how I had been frustratingly denied.

Adrienne looked back up at me. "Well?" she asked, her eyes pleading. 

I realized I would have to do more explaining. "You probably noticed that I was just as surprised as you were when she darted under my desk. And once things started moving, I tried to stop her but couldn't with Maria right there."

The buxom girl paused, thinking. "I guess you did seem pretty nervous the whole time..."

I looked at her seriously. "I'm telling you, there's nothing going on between us. She's been all over me but I've been trying to cut things off. I'm sorry you got roped into it."

Adrienne looked at me sheepishly for a moment and then broke into a small smile. "I was worried that she had, you know, stolen you."

I looked into her eyes. "What do you mean?"

She had moved in closer to me over the small table, her face only a few inches from mine. "Oh, I don't know... I was so nervous in the office before you got here. I had only been here a few months before you started, you know, and I hadn't really met anyone I could talk to. But I feel like with you around, I have a friend..."

With that, Adrienne moved her hands onto mine. "Maybe even a friend I want to get to know better." 

She then caught me by surprise with a tentative kiss, our mouths opening only slightly. The moment felt surreal. She ended it with a gentle, teasing bite on my lower lip, a small act of graceful adventurousness that told me I had perhaps written her off too quickly as an awkward wallflower.

Just as I was wondering how to explain that I thought inter-office dating would be a bad idea, as I done with Rachel, a server carrying a large glass of soda discreetly appeared at Adrienne's side. She, meanwhile, had returned to the topic of the photo and was describing her feelings in some detail. "Now I feel so silly. Here I was imagining all sorts of things--" 

She gestured aggressively outward with her left arm, as if to emphasize exactly how wild her imagination had run, but inadvertently upended the proffered beverage in the process. The glass's cold contents spilled out in a rush, the vast majority landing directly on her red top in an unsightly mess.

A pouting look appeared on Adrienne's face as her shirt darkened with wetness. She clenched her fists and closed her eyes, tilting her chin upward. "Ugh! And things were going so well!"

I stood and came around to other side of the table as the server rushed to get napkins. "It's okay!" I tried to console her with a smile. "Come on, we'll get you cleaned up in no time."

She looked up at me and groaned. "But my shirt is soaked! I can feel it soaking into my bra... This is so gross. I'm really sorry." With that, she stood, ignoring the returning server's towel and grabbing my hand. "Come on. Maria keeps spare clothes in one of those wardrobes downstairs. I need to change this minute."

I looked at her, surprised. "You're going to borrow one of Maria's shirts? And you think it's going to... fit?"

"We'll make something work." She smiled with yet another flicker of the adventurous spirit I had just seen for the first time.

After taking the elevator back down, we returned to the office. Adrienne immediately rushed to the large wardrobe perched to the left of the door, not far from Maria's desk, and opened it, revealing the contents to me for the first time. A row of women's shirts and pants draped on hangers, shoes lined the bottom, and a number of scarves, gloves, and other winter apparel hung from knobs on the inside of the door. On a higher shelf I saw several bras.

"Turn around for a minute," Adrienne announced. I complied, facing the window and trying to imagine how Maria's tight clothing would possibly accommodate the much taller, bustier Adrienne. In my peripheral vision I saw a clumped-up red top fly across the room and land behind Maria's desk. A moment later a conspicuously large bra followed.

Knowing that Adrienne was topless behind me was almost too much to take. The manner in which her heavy teardrop breasts sat incongruously on her tall, slender frame had been a source of daily fascination for me since our introduction. Even the partial sight of her bare chest downstairs in the locker room had been enough to send me toward orgasm as Rachel had stimulated my cock between her toned thighs.

Adrienne snapped me back to the present as she at last called out again. "Okay. You can look now. But remember I'm trusting you to be a gentleman." As I turned, I was shocked to see that she had not yet put on a shirt--instead she fiddled at the center of her bust with what appeared to be the closure mechanism of a white front-clasping bra. The bra's band size looked to be more than sufficient but the actual cups were in the process of being comically overwhelmed.

The brunette looked down with concern as each of her pale, melon-sized breasts protruded from the top of its designated cup like an enormous cupcake rising over the ridge of its wrapper. Her nipples, though not visible, apparently sat high enough on her breasts that the edges of pale pink areolae rose above the cusp of each undersized cup, fading outward into white, delicately veined skin.

At last she finished clasping the bra. Although her breasts' natural shape had caused their soft mass to collect in and above the cups, enough breast tissue was forced inward and upward to create a line of deep cleavage almost a foot in length, rising from the bra's clasp nearly to her collarbones. As Adrienne modeled her effort for me, her hands clasped demurely behind her back, each breast rippled, jello-like.

I gaped openly, my eyes pinned to her chest, which sat heavily over her narrow rib cage, slender waist, and flat stomach. "That can't possibly be comfortable," I marveled.

Adrienne shrugged at me, a bemused smile on her face. "I'm a 32F and this bra is a 36C. You do the math. Let's see what else I can find in here."

She turned back to the cabinet and took out one of Maria's white button-down shirts, her breasts bobbling wildly as she put her arms through the sleeves. She then began buttoning the shirt from the bottom upward, looking up at me periodically through her glasses with a twinkle in her eyes. She plainly found this entertaining.

The shirt at last began to resist as Adrienne strained to clasp it at her bust. With her wrists and forearms she pushed her breasts up and in, lessening the circumference of her chest enough that she was able to fasten the button. She did the same for the next point of attachment, manipulating her breasts within the shirt as necessary. After some effort she was able to affix a third button over her chest.

The young woman at last looked up, proudly displaying her handiwork to me. The shirt was stretched well beyond capacity around her breasts, the fabric pulling back from the points at which the shirt clasped to reveal sizable windows of cleavage between each north-south pair of buttons. Her breasts also billowed upward invitingly from the topmost button.

Adrienne sat down in Maria's chair with an exaggerated thump, as if tired by her effort. At last I broke my gaze from her chest and walked toward her behind Maria's desk, remembering something important. 

"Adrienne, can we talk about maybe, um, erasing that picture on your phone? It makes me a little uncomfortable to have that sort of thing floating around."

In response she again took out her phone and looked at the picture, seeming to think about the question for a moment. "If you want me to delete the picture, I will." She paused. "But I'm sure you'd understand if I still felt a little jealous of Rachel... maybe you could replace the picture with something I could see for myself..." She trailed off and looked down meaningfully at my pants.

I had recently begun to feel as though every time I tried to extract myself from the sexual antics that seemed to follow me throughout the workplace, I in fact became only further embroiled. This confirmed it. 

Still, I knew that getting rid of the picture was one big step toward ensuring that I would remain in Maria's good graces. 

"Deal," I said. I removed my belt and unzipped my pants, pulling them down along with my underwear enough to expose myself only feet from Adrienne's attentive gaze. I was already quite erect from her earlier display. My audience of one had leaned back in her chair, crossed her long legs, and clasped one arm beneath the shelf of her breasts, emphasizing them further. The other hand she raised to her lips, as if evaluating a piece of art.

"Good enough?" I asked, confirming that I had upheld my end of the bargain.

Adrienne hesitated for a moment. "Not quite. I think I want..." She bit her lip, suddenly once again a nervous twenty-two-year-old with little sexual experience. She continued in a small, hesitant voice. "I think I want to see you cum. The way you did for Kelly and Rachel in the health clinic." She paused, looking around. "Here, use this." She pushed forward a bottle of hand lotion that Maria kept on her desk and leaned forward, getting a better view of my exposure.

I mentally groaned, already knowing that things were getting out of hand, but decided that there were worse things in life than being asked to masturbate in front of a busty young coworker. I took the bottle, squeezed out a generous amount of lotion, and tentatively began to stroke myself.

Adrienne peered closely as I pumped, twisting along the length of my shaft. After a moment she arched backward and unbuttoned her jeans. Not taking her eyes from my erection, she lowered a hand into her underwear and began rubbing.

The sight aroused me even further. I stroked more quickly, the upper halves of the tall girl's breasts jiggling in time with the pulse of the hand between her legs. We continued for a moment or two, reveling in the sight of one another's arousal.

Still a few feet away from my seated officemate, I moved to adjust my footing. I had failed to notice, however, that Adrienne's discarded bra rested on the floor at my feet. Between that and my pants, which were now wrapped around my ankles, I somehow tangled my feet and lost my balance. As I stumbled forward against her, she reached out with her free hand and helped me stabilize.

We both looked down to see the head of my cock resting only an inch or two from one of the openings between the straining buttons in Maria's shirt, a large drop of pre-cum glistening on my tip. Adrienne glanced up at me, her eyes urgent. I suspected based on our earlier conversations that she had never touched a penis before.

As I held still, Adrienne moved herself forward on her chair. The tip of my member slipped through the opening between the buttons and pressed against the fleshy cleavage created by her constrained breasts. 

As she began touching herself again, I slowly pushed forward and watched as, with little effort, my slick cock was engulfed by her chest.

I began to thrust myself in and out of her cleavage, her shirt still clasped around my shaft. I then lowered my hands to the sides of the shirt, pushing inward against Maria's defeated bra, to enhance the degree of tightness. 

Toward the end of each thrust I felt my cock brush Adrienne's breastbone and deflect slightly upward. Such was the depth of her cleavage that only the tip of my head emerged from between her breasts, poking up briefly and then disappearing with the timing of each thrust. The sensation was qualitatively different from vaginal or oral sex--her breasts were endlessly soft and receptive, and the view of my long, thick cock slowly disappearing into a small gap in the beautiful girl's top and then emerging again as I pulled out, inch by inch, was intensely arousing.

Adrienne's eyes remained locked downward on my cock thrusting in and out of the makeshift entrance to her chest, her hand pumping more and more quickly between her legs as she began to moan quietly in what I presumed was a prelude to orgasm. An unknowable amount of time passed as I focused on the girl before me: her glasses, her thick brown hair, her pale, perfect breasts jiggling about in Maria's undersized shirt and bra. 

Knowing that Adrienne wore Maria's clothing made it all the more exciting as I momentarily pictured the Spanish supervisor pleasuring herself before me. Given that Maria's chest was not large enough to engulf my length the way Adrienne's had, I instead imagined her flashing dark eyes locked upward to mine as she rubbed my cock lovingly against her cheek, her sensuous lips casting about until at last they wrapped around me and took me in.

I was pulled back to the present as Adrienne began to shudder and shake wildly, her arms trembling and breasts jiggling emphatically before me. I could barely distinguish whether she was in the throes of ecstasy or having a seizure as I too began to climax, my cock still pumping at a slightly upward angle between her confined breasts.

A small geyser of cum spurted upward from Adrienne's cleavage as the head of my cock emerged, spurted heavily, and again retreated. A bevy of similar eruptions followed, the strands of warm semen reaching even the underside of her chin. The pulses eventually decreased in magnitude, finally slowly to a modest bubbling of thick white ejaculate that pooled in her cleavage. I released my hands and withdrew my cock slowly.

Adrienne continued lightly touching herself as she looked up at me, her breathing heavy and eyes unfocused. Without breaking eye contact, she ran the fingers of her free hand along the underside of her chin, catching a considerable amount of semen in the process. The girl parted her lips and made a show of using her tongue to rake the cum inward from her fingers, one by one, swallowing delicately after each. From time to time she again shuddered from what I presumed to be aftershocks of her orgasm. I had never felt so desired by a woman as I did at that moment.

Apparently unsatisfied, Adrienne then cast her eyes downward to her white breasts and the tablespoon or so of ejaculate resting between them. I was amazed to see the girl lower her face toward the high plateau of cleavage and lap her long tongue outward, scooping much of the thick substance up and into her mouth. 

This time she made a point of demonstrating that she had not yet swallowed by circulating the semen back and forth in her mouth, savoring it, still touching herself below all the while. At last with a visible gulp she took it downward and trembled for a final time.




The New Office Ch. 02



We parted ways not much later. Before leaving, Adrienne had noted with a smile that she would have Maria's clothes dry-cleaned. She had also agreed, albeit with some reluctance, to delete the compromising picture from her cell phone. I went home and slept well that evening, visions of Adrienne, Rachel, and Maria alternating in my dreams.

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Nearly two weeks came and went at work. Neither Rachel nor Adrienne had made any overt advances on me. Professionally, things appeared to be going well--Maria reiterated that she was impressed by my work ethic and hinted that she would be assigning me projects of increasing significance.

I arrived for work on a Tuesday in early May and was surprised to find all three girls talking in our shared office. "I said I'm coming with you, and that's that," Rachel announced. "You know I have to authorize the expenditures if they're going to be from a company account." The tartan pattern of her short pleated skirt complemented her hair. Her large breasts were concealed as usual with what I assumed was some sort of minimizing bra under a clingy yellow top with short sleeves.

Maria tossed her hair in resignation. "Fine. Let's just get going now that everyone's here." She turned to me. "You don't have anything pressing going on this morning, do you? We booked a few hours at the boutique where the firm ordered your clothes from so they can do final fittings." I had forgotten that the whole purpose of the measurements Kelly had taken during the physical several weeks earlier was apparently to order new suits for me. 

She continued, "Adrienne needs some new outfits as well, so I'm going to help her pick out a few things." Maria looked sternly over at the tall brunette, who had embarrassment written all over her face. My eyes were briefly drawn to Adrienne's ponderous chest, now fitted in a white button-down and light green cardigan over a short grey skirt, as I reminisced about the night before.

"I actually took the liberty of ordering us a car for the trip downtown," Rachel added. "It should be waiting downstairs." With that, we headed outside together.

A black car with tinted windows was idling at the curb in front of our building. Maria and I walked ahead, her opting for the front passenger seat. As I opened the back door, Adrienne entered first and slid across the seat. I then held the door for Rachel, who protested. "You got here late today, so I think you'll be sitting in the middle," she ordered, pushing me forward into the least comfortable seat and climbing in afterward.

The back compartment was mostly partitioned off from the front section by a plastic divider, although I could still see Maria and the driver from the shoulders up. "Oh, it's going to be cozy back here," Rachel commented, looking across to Adrienne and giggling. She looped her left arm through my right with an exaggerated gesture. Adrienne noticed and immediately followed suit on the other side. Both girls were pressed quite closely against me in the small space, the warmth and softness of their bodies welcome as always. 

We made the trip to SoHo in less than fifteen minutes, after which we exited the car and entered a small clothing shop. We had obviously been expected and were treated with immense courtesy. I saw the women head upstairs with a female sales attendant before a polite older gentleman from the tailoring department led me away.

Once situated in a private back room, a different tailor fitted me with a number of suits in progress, pinning away fabric in some places and marking other spots with chalk. The fabrics and cuts were exquisite--any one of these suits alone would have constituted a major upgrade to my wardrobe. After approximately an hour and a promise that I could expect the finished products within two weeks, I decided to join the girls upstairs.

Upon reaching the second level, I was directed by the sales attendant to a small suite in which a number of smaller fitting rooms abutted a larger room equipped with a full-length vanity and several comfortable-looking chairs. Although Adrienne, Maria, and Rachel all seemed to be changing at the moment, I noticed that they had filled a long rack with dozens of presumably yet-to-be-tried-on clothing items on hangers, including blouses, bathing suits, and even lingerie.

I quietly took a seat and resigned myself to waiting. After a moment one of the doors to my left opened and Maria emerged, walking toward the vanity with her back mostly to me. Busied with folding a shirt that she apparently intended to return to the rack, she seemed not to notice me. But I found myself unable to speak in any event--the Spanish beauty wore nothing other than a skimpy pair of black hip-hugging panties. Her dark hair draped down across her tanned back in thick, gorgeous curls as she padded barefoot across the room, the two cheeks of her smooth, rounded, perfectly tanned ass flexing back and forth in time with her graceful stride. I pictured her turning every head on a topless beach in Barcelona.

Given that we were not on a beach in Barcelona, however, I coughed loudly and looked toward the ceiling. Maria turned and gave a start upon noticing me, instinctively raising the shirt she was carrying to her chest and turning back toward the shelter of the dressing room.

As she reached the door, Maria turned and looked at me angrily. "Why the HELL would you not say something when you came in?" As she reached for the doorknob with one hand, her nipples danced in and out of sight as she tried unsuccessfully to cover both breasts with the shirt she held in the other.

"Well, if I had known anyone was going to be walking around here half-naked, I guess I would have." I tried fruitlessly not to stare, my eyes widening at the arhythmic jiggle of her partially-covered breasts as she jostled the doorknob without success. 

Another voice chimed in. "Half-naked? Who's half-naked?" Rachel popped her head out of another dressing room. She saw me and broke into a large, playful smile.

In frustration, Maria had dropped her other hand down to wrestle with the knob still more aggressively, her breasts now visible in their entirety only a few feet from me. Maria's bust rivalled neither Adrienne's nor Rachel's in size, but was superb nonetheless. Her breasts sat wide on her chest and tilted outward, surely filling the 34C bra that Adrienne had put on a few weeks earlier. The short, thick nubs of her caramel-colored nipples emerged from silver-dollar-sized areolas that puffed slightly from the surrounding tissue.

Finally the door to Maria's changing room unlatched. Before entering, however, the dark-haired girl looked back at me, again clutching her breasts to conceal a nipple with each hand. "Next time I come out, you'd better not be here." She closed the door emphatically.

Rachel, in the meantime, did not close the door to her fitting room. Instead she made a quiet but insistent wave for me to join her. I shook my head firmly, still seated, although in truth my refusal was more to conceal my erection at having seen Maria topless than from anything else. 

The tall receptionist made a show of looking around the quiet, empty room for anyone else, then emerged fully from the dressing room and darted toward me. A strapless blue bikini housed the bulk of her large breasts, which shook wildly in the flimsy top as she scurried forward. Below she wore a matching string bikini bottom, which dipped low enough to reveal that she had shaved or waxed rather thoroughly.

Upon reaching my chair, she put a finger to her lips and then grabbed my hands, physically urging me up and out of the chair. Her breasts squeezed together fantastically as she leaned back and pulled me forward. I finally gave up and quietly followed her into the small chamber where she had been changing.

The room was maybe 4' by 4', with a flat bench against the wall opposite the door. Rachel pushed me down into a seated position, leaving me eye-level with her chest. "If you stay quiet, you can watch while I try on a few things," she whispered conspiratorially. I nodded in agreement. She took that as affirmation enough to casually remove her top, flipping it upward and bringing it off over her head.

I had seen Rachel's chest briefly down in the gym and was impressed at the time, but at this distance her features were even more remarkable. Her breasts were so large and evenly distributed across her chest that they nearly merged in the middle and split downward in a perfect V. Their hang overlapped several inches of her upper ribs and ultimately rounded outward significantly to the sides, where a gentle curvature lead up almost to her armpits. Her large, dimpled areolae were pink against her pale skin, although her nipples themselves were at the moment inverted.

Rachel briefly caressed herself, pulling back her shoulders and drawing in a deep breath to emphasize her attributes even further. Her stomach was firm, showing the slightest hint of abdomenal musculature. The combination of her small waist, arched lower back, and broad shoulders connoted a feminine but distinctly athletic, forceful sensuality.

Finally she narrowed her eyes and whispered to me a in a low voice, "This could be yours if you would just stop being such an idiot." She slid down her bottoms, revealing a totally shaved pubic area. A gap of an inch or so existed between the tops of her toned thighs, which at this level meant that I could see the beginnings of her lips curling out and downward slightly. I hardened further at the thought of being inside her.

The twenty-three-year-old proceeded to try on a variety of high-end designer swimsuits and lingerie. It aroused me enormously to watch as she turned to the mirror at our side, eyeing herself critically. She frequently paused, adjusting a given top to better accommodate her chest or conceal a nipple. Each time she leaned forward to remove her bottoms I watched as her breasts fell away from her and hung down before me. I noted that the tag of a discarded bra read 36DD.

Rachel at last began to dress back up in her original lingerie, followed by the yellow blouse and tartan skirt she had worn in. I watched with interest as she performed the complex engineering that had so often allowed her pert, expansive chest to nearly disappear beneath a conservative top at work.

After finishing the task she turned away from me and, hands moving up her sides, slowly raised the hem of her skirt higher and higher, revealing her panties inch by inch, until at last the skirt rested fully on the shelf above her ass. She then bent at the waist, braced herself against the door, and straightened her legs, seemingly begging to be penetrated from behind. She looked back at me with a smoldering gaze.

My arousal spiked when the auburn-haired girl reached back and teased her underwear to the side, revealing the glistening pinkness of her entry between welcoming lips, the sight only inches from my face. She began to massage herself with her fingers.

I moved closer and heard Rachel moan softly as my breath reached her a half-second before my roaming lips. Her smell was tart and erotic in my nostrils as I gently kissed her sex, at first with a teasing, tentative lick here and there, refusing to give her the warmth of my full mouth too soon.

With one hand she spread herself wider for me as I slid my own hands up and under the lace panties that still covered the rounded cheeks of her upturned ass. I began to swirl my tongue about in the folds of her sweet lips, causing her to wetten noticeably. 

After a few moments Rachel maneouvered her fingers to reveal the small pink bump of her clitoris. I began lapping at her with the full flatness of my tongue, catching the nub gently at the bottom and smoothly licking upward to end in a lightly penetrative thrust. Her inner thighs gleamed with lubricating juices that had begun to drip downward.

As Rachel moaned in a low monotone that might have been mischaracterized as background noise by anyone not watching, Maria's voice suddenly echoed outside. "Rachel and Adrienne? If you're still in there, please take what you're going to buy and meet the rest of us downstairs. We've got to get back." I heard the door to the store's main area open and then shut a moment later. 

I gave her one last wet, warm swirl with my full tongue and lips before pulling away and standing up. Rachel rose and looked at me, her cheeks flushed and her hair an unruly mess. She pressed a hand against my chest and leaned in close, her other hand teasing at the outline of my hardened cock. "You're not seriously going to stop right now, are you?" she pleaded, breathing heavily. "Maria won't care if I take another ten minutes. You've got me so close to cumming. I'll do whatever you want later on. Anything..." 

I felt a certain degree of self-satisfaction at the opportunity to mimic her frustrating denial from a few weeks ago in my office. "Sorry, hon. You heard the woman. Time to go." I smiled broadly and slipped out, leaving the breathless, unsatisfied nymph alone in her dressing room. 

As I walked toward the door, however, I heard an opening and then steps behind me. I turned and saw Adrienne, who had plainly been in one of the chambers abutting the one I had just left. Her green eyes were already hardened in anger as she stormed past me with her purchases. I wetted my lips nervously and tasted a memory of Rachel. 

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I was waiting outside by the entrance when the girls emerged with several shopping bags each. At the curb a black car identical to the first awaited. After putting the shopping bags into the trunk, we entered according to the original seating arrangement. Rachel still looked slightly dazed as she slid in next to me on the right. Adrienne just glowered to my left, her anger apparent. Maria simply ignored me altogether.

Shortly after the driver pulled out back onto the avenue, it became apparent that we were going nowhere fast. Traffic was far more congested than it had been on our trip downtown. I looked over to Adrienne and tried to casually gauge her mood. "Find anything good?"

"No, but you obviously did." The brunette set her jaw angrily and leaned in toward my ear. "I was in the booth next to Rachel. I heard everything that happened between the two of you." I grimaced, knowing that this would be hard to remedy.

It suddenly struck me that my best bet to make amends might be to escalate things, rather than shy away, at least for the moment. I noted that Maria was paying little attention to us from the front seat, her eyes locked on traffic and the radio playing lightly. Seeing an opportunity, I leaned over to Rachel and began whispering. "Remember how you said you would do anything for me back there?"

She paused briefly and then nodded in affirmation, a curious smile already on her lips. I continued, "I dare you to take care of me right now, here in the car. In front of Adrienne. I'll make it worth your while later on." 

Rachel smiled slyly. "All you had to do was ask."

Adrienne, out of earshot for the exchange, continued to stare straight ahead, her eyes resolute. As Rachel's left hand crept down onto my right thigh, however, the younger girl could not resist peeking over. She began to glance down even more frequently as the outline of my growing erection emerged beneath Rachel's searching fingers. 

I suddenly felt Adrienne's breath in my ear as she began to whisper bitterly. "Are you really going to let her do that? Didn't you get enough action back in the booth?" She sounded hurt.

I turned and whispered in response. "Listen, she's been really aggressive. I'm sorry about what happened back there and what's happening right now, but it's not like I can fight her off with Maria right there."

Rachel, meanwhile, continued her work. Adrienne's eyes widened as the receptionist unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening cock, grasping it firmly. She then took my right hand and slid it down inside the rim of her skirt, my fingers meeting the same warm, bare softness with which I had just been engaged. I looked back to the frowning girl on my left and tensely shrugged.

It took only a moment before I got the reaction I had been looking for: Adrienne had apparently decided to fight fire with fire. She quietly licked her right hand and placed it around the base of my cock, displacing Rachel's hand upward. She then matched Rachel by taking my left hand and easing it down below her own skirt, where I felt a soft tuft of groomed hair between her legs. Each of us, of course, anxiously remained casual from the shoulders up, realizing collectively that Maria would be sure to notice anything out of the ordinary.

The sounds of traffic in New York surrounded us as the car stopped and started time and time again. My fingers worked their way downward on each side, rubbing gently on the tender lips at my disposal. The girls fought silently over my cock in the middle, sometimes one taking control and stroking for a moment, sometimes the other. Neither seemed willing to cede for very long. A fair amount of pre-cum had trickled down onto their hands, smoothing their motions. 

Eventually I increased the intensity of my stroking on each girl, their wetness rivaling one another. Adrienne, the tighter of the two, gasped as I went deeper and then entered her with a single prying finger. Rachel, by contrast, took two exploring fingers eagerly, her lips welcoming my entry after our earlier contact. 

For a moment it seemed as though Rachel had taken the upper hand, so to speak, as she pumped my shaft aggressively to the exclusion of her competitor. I was shocked, however, when Adrienne suddenly eased my hand from her skirt, leaned down, and forced Rachel's hand away, taking me into her mouth. Her breasts now rested heavily on my leg. I felt a sudden increase in wetness from Rachel as she watched the bustier girl wrap her lips around my member and plunge.

Maria had apparently noticed Adrienne's head drop down via the rearview mirror and called to us almost immediately from the front. "Is everything okay back there?" She craned her head back slightly and made eye contact with Rachel, who smiled pleasantly, my fingers curling upward inside her.

I took charge. "We're doing fine. I think Adrienne dropped an earring on the floor of the car. She's looking for it." The Harvard-educated girl's warm, inexperienced lips continued to run up and down the top few inches of my length as my fingers pulsed inside Rachel. 

Rachel played along, looking downward in aparent concern. "I think it might have landed on my side. I'll help her look for it." With some reluctance she removed my hand from between her legs, but then quickly bent down to my lap, where Adrienne was now slowly licking the side of my length from bottom to top.

Adrienne was caught unaware as Rachel stole in and, with no hesitation, took the head of my cock in her mouth. I ran my fingers through her beautiful auburn hair with one hand as I fondled one of Adrienne's clothed breasts with the other. I knew we would have only a few moments before Maria grew overly suspicious and turned around.

"Ugh, I just can't find that stupid earring," Adrienne exclaimed as she pulled gently at my testicles and licked the lower base of my shaft, Rachel's mouth bobbing assertively above her. "I think it might be under the seat." The combination of the two girls' mouths on me was otherworldly. I felt myself approaching orgasm quickly. 

As Rachel's expert tongue teased me even closer, she pulled off for only a split second to catch her breath. That was enough time for Adrienne to take control. I felt her lips surround me again but was shocked as she continued downward, my cock actually entering the tight beginnings of her throat. With her left hand the brunette milked me, her grip pumping from my base to her lips. 




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I wove my fingers through Rachel's short, gorgeous hair as she watched Adrienne jealously. Suddenly I could hold back no longer--I closed my eyes and clutched at Adrienne's breast as I began cumming, just praying that the eager girl could take my full load without allowing the release of any problematic spills.

It turned out that my concern was justified. After only a single pump into the depths of her mouth, Adrienne audibly gagged and pulled up, her hand still clenched around me as I ejaculated uncontrollably in the direction of her face. She immediately tilted the head of my cock toward Rachel, who had looked up at the sputtering brunette in surprise. The more practiced girl was also hit by some of my release before plunging downward opportunistically, catching more or less the second half of my orgasm in her vise-like mouth. 

After a few seconds both Adrienne and Rachel slowly pulled up halfway from my lap, still below Maria's line of sight. The brunette adjusted her cum-spattered glasses, her green eyes watery from her failed deep-throating attempt. Rachel, by contrast, raised her eyebrows and stuck her tongue out at the bustier girl, who looked on with wanton envy as her competitor opened her mouth, triumphant, her semen-covered tongue curling about in a deep bed of milky ejaculate. She at last swallowed with a pronounced gulping motion as the two girls both broke out in silent giggling.

At that moment the car pulled to a stop. Maria, without looking back, opened her door and called back to us, "We're here. Forget about the earring and help me with these bags from the trunk." 

A look of panic crossed Adrienne's face as the three of us simultaneously realized that clean-up had just become an urgent priority. Telltale droplets of cum clung to each girl's face and hair, not to mention my pants. Adrienne set her glasses to the side and began to wipe at herself frantically, smearing a streak of cum across her forehead and doing little to improve the situation. 

Rachel, however, went into motion with almost clinical professionalism. Ignoring the mess on her own face, she instead swiped a finger across Adrienne's cheek, removed a white glob of semen, and brought it back to her mouth. After licking the finger clean with a detached, business-like swallow, she then gestured meaningfully to her own face and back to Adrienne, signaling an expectation of reciprocity. 

Adrienne remained dully uncomprehending, still breathless from her earlier exertions. Finally Rachel grabbed the other girl's wrist in one hand and brought it up to her, Rachel's, face, making the strategy obvious--without a mirror, the girls would be unable to clean themselves, but they could easily tend to one another.

The two made short work of the mess, combing or licking the more suspicious drops from one another's face and hair before swallowing the evidence. I, in the meantime, had returned my cock into my pants and untucked my shirt, thereby concealing most of the stains. Lastly Rachel took Adrienne's glasses and licked the lenses clean, drying them quickly with the underside of her skirt and returning the frames to their owner. All of this took place within perhaps a minute of my release.

With that, we exited the car. Rachel bounded energetically to the rear of the vehicle, where Maria was still sorting through the mountain of bags the girls had crammed inside. Adrienne, too, left the car in what seemed to be a much-improved mood, even giving me a quick peck on the cheek before exiting. 

Only when Maria sidled up to me outside the building, her arms laden with shopping bags, did I feel a sense of dread. She turned toward me casually, the other girls out of earshot. "You know, I remembered something interesting just now. Adrienne wasn't wearing earrings today."

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The New Office Ch. 03



Author's note: If you haven't read Ch. 02 in a while, you may want to consider re-reading. I revised it to include some modest plot revisions and corrections a few weeks after the original posting. Also, thanks for reading. I greatly appreciate feedback in the comments section or by PM. 

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Several uneventful days had passed since our shopping trip. I had no satisfying response to Maria's observation regarding Adrienne's earrings (or lack thereof), but she dropped the matter without further comment. Adrienne and Rachel, apparently both content to let our respective relationships develop organically for the time being, had kept a reasonable distance. In fact the two seemed closer to one another then ever, frequently going out to lunch or drinks without me. I wondered whether the experience in the car had had the effect of bringing them together rather than driving them apart.

Work itself continued apace, my responsibilities growing. Maria had even begun to trust me with assignments she had previously reserved for Adrienne. My prospects for future advancement looked strong.

It was late on Friday of the following week when I was finally confronted by Rachel about her daring initiative in the car, and more specifically, the promise I had made to induce it. Adrienne and Maria had left for the evening, leaving me alone in the office when the tall, auburn-haired girl swept in with a confident half-smile on her face. She wore a pair of designer jeans paired with a dark spaghetti-strap tanktop, her damp hair announcing that she had just worked out downstairs and changed into more casual clothes afterward. 

She planted both hands on my desk and looked down at the paperwork before her. "You know Maria keeps me CC'ed on the emails detailing your current projects, right? I know for a fact that none of that stuff is due until the end of next week."

"I've got to stay ahead of the curve. I might be in Maria's good graces at the moment, but who knows when that'll change?"

She rolled her eyes and smiled a wicked grin. "Screw that. I'm cashing in my favor. Come over to my place later tonight."

I mentally weighed my options. I had already planned to work quite late and make progress on the following week's work. But the allure of visiting Rachel's apartment, and in particular, her bedroom, had by now become unbearable. 

"Okay," I agreed. "But I've got to work at least a little more. Text me the address and I'll be there at 9."

"Great!" she replied. The tall girl spun and turned to exit, but paused for a moment. She looked back for a moment, biting her lip in what seemed like anticipation, before leaving for good.

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I showed up at Rachel's apartment in the West Village promptly at 9, dressed casually and carrying a bottle of wine. The doorman building itself was plainly an expensive one, far nicer than a twenty-three-year-old receptionist should have been able to afford, even accounting for the fact that our company paid above market rate. I silently concluded that she must have income I didn't know about.

Rachel greeted me at the door to her penthouse apartment and led me in, revealing a plush interior that bore the touch of either a talented designer or spectacular personal taste. She herself wore the same outfit as earlier, although her hair had been blown dry -- obviously the girl hadn't been sitting around primping for my arrival, which I found interesting.

Leading me into a spacious, well-appointed kitchen, Rachel took the bottle of unexceptional sauvignon blanc I had brought and casually went at the cork with a bottle opener as I commented on the quality of her furnishings. "Oh, it's no big deal. I'm lucky to be able to afford nice things, I guess," she responded, brushing off my compliment with modesty. She poured two glasses of the white wine and handed one to me. "Come on. I'll give you the tour."

Rachel walked me through the living room, where a large flat-screen with gorgeous speakers sat before a high-end leather couch, and into the bedroom. A queen bed sat against the wall to my right, facing out toward a large window on the opposite wall. Because the room was apparently situated at a corner of the building, windows also lined the wall directly across from me, opposite the entryway. A large walk-in closet was open to the left of the main doorway, the door outfitted with french shutters. 

I again shook my head in awe. "This is beautiful. You have an amazing apartment."

"well, I've got something even better to show you. Here, take a seat." Rachel lightly pushed me toward the bed, where I sat patiently as she headed toward the closet. Her butt flexed marveously as usual, filling out the jeans perfectly. 

She turned back to me for a moment. "Close your eyes." I saw her staring, waiting for me to comply, so I did as requested.

A moment later I heard her walking back toward me. Out of nowhere, something firm but flexible struck my cheek, not hard, but unexpectedly enough to nearly cause me to drop my glass of wine. Rachel let out a malicious peal of laughter as I opened my eyes to find her holding something that it took me a moment to recognize: a flesh-colored replica of what looked like a suspiciously familiar penis.

Rubbing my cheek with one hand, I raised my eyebrows. "Is that..."

She laughed even harder, her eyes twinkling. "Yes! It's you. Or pretty close, anyway. I had it made a few weeks ago based partly on the measurements we took with Kelly in the health clinic and partly on my... personal observations." 

She frowned for a moment, looking at the toy closely. "It's not as good as a cast would have been, but a girl's gotta make due, right?" She smiled and raised it to her lips, kissing the head lightly. "We've had a lot of fun together, you and me." 

I was too stunned to respond right away. The implications rushed through my mind, images of this beautiful girl pleasuring herself to me for weeks...

Rachel casually sipped her wine as she continued watching me closely. "But that's not why I asked you to come over tonight. Or not the whole reason, anyway. If I'm not mistaken, we should have another visitor any minute..." Just as she looked down at her watch, the doorbell rang. She turned back to me. 

"These are the rules. You go in the closet and turn off the light. Do whatever you want back there, but I don't want to hear so much as a peep. And definitely don't come out without my permission. Understand?"

This had all happened so quickly that my mind remained blanketed in a haze of confusion. "Wait. Rachel, as flattered as I am right now, I'm not particularly interested in watching you have sex with some other guy. I know some people are into that, but, um, maybe we should get to know one another a little better first?"

She waited patiently for me to finish as I trailed off. The doorbell rang again. "Don't worry. That's not going to happen. If I'm right about what's going to happen, I promise you'll like it."

Seeing that I didn't appear to have much choice in the matter, I nodded. Rachel looked me squarely in the eye for a moment. "God, I want to fuck you." 

The tall girl then smiled brightly. "The REAL you!" She again teasingly smacked me in the arm with the dildo before setting it on a nearby dresser. After an authoritative push toward the closet, she left the room.

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After she exited, I paused for only a moment before stepping into the huge walk-in closet. clothes and shoes rested on countless shelves and hanging racks around me. A small stepladder sat to my left. Hearing Rachel's voice greet someone, I closed the door, positioned the stepladder in front of the shutters, and shut off the lights. I then sat down and gently eased open the french shutters just enough to see into the mood-lit room but no more. From where I sat I had a side view of the bed.

Soon I heard voices approaching, and almost immediately had a sense that Rachel's was not the only familiar one. My hunch was confirmed when Rachel entered the bedroom followed immediately by none other than my officemate, Adrienne. Both girls carried wine glasses filled considerably higher than might be considered conventional.

Like Rachel, the tall brunette was dressed comfortably in jeans, hipster-style sneakers, and a striped long-sleeve shirt. Her hair was pulled back loosely, although a few strands trailed down across her dark horn-rimmed glasses. She was in the middle of a sentence as she entered.

"-- nice of you to do this for me." She paused. "With me, I mean." 

Rachel looked back up at the other girl, two years her junior. "Don't get the wrong idea. This would have stayed my secret if you hadn't been snooping around in my closet when you came over last week."

Even in the low light I could see Adrienne's pale cheeks redden at the accusation. "You said I could borrow some clothes! Not that I even OWN a sex toy, but if I did, I sure wouldn't keep it right next to my SHOES!"

Rachel paused and fiddled with a remote control, triggering low, intimate music from speakers that I apparently hadn't noticed earlier. "Oh, whatever. You'd own one of these too if you had any idea what you were missing." She laughed to herself. With another push of a button the lights dimmed further. 

Adrienne took a large swallow of wine, her posture betraying a distinct nervousness. Rachel, by contrast, seemed totally at ease. She stepped toward Adrienne and rested her hands on the other girl's hips. As she leaned in, however, Adrienne resisted, gently pushing at the auburn-haired girl's shoulders. "You know that I'm not... into that, Rach. I mean, it's not you, or anything."

Rachel sighed in exasperation. "Okay. I get it. You just want me to help you get ready for sex. With a guy. With... one particular guy." She looked meaningfully over at the replica of my equipment still sitting on her dresser. "But we have to start somewhere." 

In one smooth motion, she lifted off her tank top, revealing her pale, firm stomach and superb breasts, which were cradled across her chest by a dark demicup bra. She then tugged upward at Adrienne's shirt. "Come on. Off with it."

Adrienne hesitated and then pulled the top up over her head, her chest revealed in profile, jutting outward from her narrow frame and supported significantly by a heavy-duty bra. Both girls then began to squirm out of their jeans, exposing dark hip-hugging panties.

"Okay. Phase One. Up on the bed," Rachel announced. "And put this on." She handed the brunette what seemed to be a blindfold.

"Are you sure about this?" Adrienne set down her wine and inspected the dark mask. "Tell me why I'll be wearing this again? I can't see anything without my glasses anyway."

"Like you said a minute ago. I know you're not really into girls. This will make it easier for you to imagine that it's the real thing." Rachel drank the rest of her wine in one long pull.

Apparently satisfied, Adrienne removed her glasses and donned the blindfold. Both girls climbed up on the bed, Adrienne lying on her back and Rachel stradled above her. One of Rachel's hands went to the small of Adrienne's back, while the other traced lightly on her chest. She appeared to be taking more than a purely educational interest in her subject. 

My arousal rose sharply as Rachel leaned down and began kissing Adrienne's neck. This time the brunette did not resist, but after a moment she began giggling. "This is ridiculous. Even with the blindfold I still can't forget that it's you. I mean, your boobs are pressing into mine." She paused. "They're really nice, by the way." She reached up and jokingly squeezed a breast in each hand.

"Don't worry about it. Just relax. You need to loosen up," Rachel responded, her voice muffled next to Adrienne's neck.

I could see Rachel slide her right hand up Adrienne's back, and a moment later the brunette's bra was coming away in her grasp. In the meantime, I had quietly unbuckled my pants to ease the tension beneath.

Rachel paused for a moment, tenderly patting and massaging the sides of Adrienne's tremendous chest, before again lowering her face. I watched her tease the younger girl, circling a nipple with her tongue for several slow moments before finally taking it in her mouth and pulling upward with light suction. Adrienne moaned softly. 

After repeating the motion on Adrienne's other breast, Rachel arched back and removed her own bra. Leaning down again, she eased a hand into Adrienne's underwear, which prompted a sharp intake of breath from the brunette. "Oh, god, I want this so much, why won't he just give it to me?" she whispered pleadingly, apparently to herself.

A few moments later, Rachel again sat up. "I think we're ready. It's time to get down to business," she declared with anticipation in her voice. She then shimmied back, tugging the other girl's panties with her. Adrienne remained mostly still as Rachel left the bed and walked lithely over to the dresser where she had let the sex toy rest.

Rachel picked up the item, waved it knowingly in my direction, and then proceeded to open a drawer. From inside she withdrew a small black harness-type item. After casting off her underwear, the girl stepped into the harness, tightened it around her slim, nude waist and between her legs, and somehow affixed the rubber shaft to the center of the strap. From a nearby bottle she applied what I guessed to be lubricant to her new sexual apparatus, stroking intently up and down the pole as if she could actually feel the sensation.

Preparations complete, Rachel climbed up onto the bed and this time spread Adrienne's legs gently. "This might be cold at first," she warned, "but it should warm up after a little while."

"It's okay. You're sure that's his size?"

Rachel laughed and ran a hand through her short, wavy hair. "Like you haven't seen enough of him to know?" She guided Adrienne's hand downward. "Here, maybe this will refresh your memory." 

Adrienne palpated at the shaft with her hand for moment. As Rachel leaned forward into a basic missionary position, Adrienne guided the object in toward her entrance. After a few tentative thrusts and swirls of Rachel's hips it was apparent that they had succeeded in nestling at least the head inside the blindfolded girl.

"God, you're tight," Rachel muttered. "Usually this goes in for me without any trouble."

"Well, pardon me if I haven't slept with like a hundred guys," Adrienne retorted.

"Hey!" Rachel exclaimed, following up with a hard, deep thrust that caused Adrienne to shriek in surprise. "FOUR. I have been with exactly FOUR guys. And only a few girls. So back off."

From there Rachel settled into a gentle, regular pumping motion, her hips moving farther forward each time until it was clear that Adrienne was taking everything available. The brunette had clasped one hand on Rachel's bobbing ass and the other in her auburn hair as the other girl pumped with enthusiasm. After a moment she wrapped her legs around Rachel's waist, giving Rachel leverage to thrust harder. 

I, in the meantime, had taken off my clothing and was stroking myself aggressively, knowing that at that very moment Adrienne was imagining, and in fact simulating, the sensation of my cock between her long legs. I was sorely tempted to join both her and my stunt double, but remembered Rachel's admonitions.

After several moments Rachel pulled out and sat back in a kneeling position, the faux penis of course still pointed aggressively upward. Both girls were breathless. "You're doing really well, but let's try a different position," she suggested. "This will hit you a little deeper."

"Um, okay," Adrienne replied cautiously, absently hefting a heavy breast in each hand and toying with her large areolas. "What should I do?"

"Come down and stand at the foot of the bed. Lean over onto it." Rachel crawled off the bed and retrieved Adrienne's wine glass, taking a long pull and then handing it to the other girl, who finished its contents. After retrieving the glass and setting it down, Rachel positioned herself behind the still-blindfolded brunette and guided the girl's torso down onto the bed.

Rachel then again placed the toy between Adrienne's legs, this time from behind, and, after confirming a proper entry, began sliding in and out slowly. Adrienne had braced herself on her elbows, her breasts hanging down to the bed itself. As Rachel began to thrust, momentum carried Adrienne's breasts forward and back in a violent, hypnotic sway. Almost immediately she began to moan.

"Oh, that feels so good. I wish it was him fucking me right now. I want his cock so badly..."

Rachel had grasped the upper portions of Adrienne's ass cheeks in her hands and now began pumping aggressively, slapping herself into the girl, the repetitive sound of flesh on flesh accompanying her. I could see Adrienne's ass shake and ripple as the dildo slid in and out of her. 

"Oh god... oh god... fuck me! Please don't stop fucking me!" Adrienne pinched and pulled at a nipple with one hand as she seemed to approach orgasm. At that moment, however, Rachel pulled out.

"Don't move," she warned the other girl. "I'll be right back." 

I was stunned to see Rachel walk purposefully over to the closet. Without hestitation she opened the door and beckoned to me. Her whisper was masked by the music. "Come on out. I want you to play with us. It'll be our secret. And don't be afraid of where your stuff goes -- I'm on the pill."

"What're you doing over there?" Adrienne asked, still blindfolded and bent over the bed, one hand now moving quickly between her legs.

"Just getting some more wine. I'll be back in a second," Rachel announced. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up and out, my erection rock-hard before me. I walked forward, both of our footsteps muffled by the carpet and music. 

I paused for a moment directly behind Adrienne, Rachel standing next to me with a sly look on her face. The brunette bent over the bed looked gorgeous, her dark hair cascading down her arched back, her pale ass hovering high at waist height before me. She moved one hand emphatically between her legs. 

I guided my cock forward and teased myself just in front of her entrance, wisps of her hair greeting me. Rachel looked at me and nodded, but I shook my head back at her and pulled away slightly. Whether Adrienne might consent to have sex with me in a general sense was irrelevant. I wasn't going to do this to her without her knowledge.

At that moment, though, Rachel announced in a sing-song voice, "I'm back!" 

"Oh, thank god," Adrienne sighed. At the same time she reached her hand backward and grabbed my cock, pulling it toward her. About three inches of me entered beyond her wet lips, her tunnel soft but still very tight. 

I paused for only a heartbeat before quickly jerking away, my cock sliding out of her and through her grasp. I stepped back and moved Rachel into my place. Adrienne began to protest.

"Hey! Keep going!" She seemed not to have noticed any difference between Rachel's toy and the genuine article.

Rachel looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine, let's try something a little different," she said, ostensibly speaking to Adrienne but still looking directly at me. She turned back to the girl in front of her. "Turn over onto your back and spread your legs near the edge of the bed. You can put some pillows behind you for support." 

While Adrienne did as requested, Rachel stepped out of the strap-on and removed the toy. Dropping the harness, she made a brief show for me of taking the dildo's head into her mouth, licking it wantonly, and then pressing the object deep enough into her mouth that I could see its bulge in her upper throat.

After withdrawing it, she bent at the waist so that her elbows rested on the bed and her face and hands were between Adrienne's legs. A moment later she moved her face forward and, based on Adrienne's audible reaction, must have begun licking.




The New Office Ch. 03



Understanding what was expected of me at this point, I stepped behind Rachel and felt her. She was almost sloppily wet despite having hardly been touched until that point. 

Knowing full well that I had waited for this moment for months, indeed, since I had first seen her beautiful face in the lobby of the office, I pressed myself against her lips and paused to savor the moment, her high, athletic ass, firm, toned thighs, and arched back all before me. I watched her head go still for just a moment, felt her tense certain muscles in reaction to my presence. Then I thrust forward as she clenched around my cock in a way that signaled, to me, an ardent and reciprocal desire for everything I could offer.

I slowly began sliding in and out fluidly, my hands kneading the high softness of her bent-over ass in the area just before the firm, flat muscle of her back. I was careful to limit my thrusting to avoid any audible giveaways, although I quickly noticed that I could buck her forward in such a way that her momentum pressed her lightly into Adrienne's thighs, in response to which the post-collegiate brunette's enormous breasts would jiggle fantastically. 

Seeing that, I leaned forward slightly to take one of Rachel's firm, dangling breasts into my hand. Rachel, of course, was busying herself with Adrienne, soon bringing the sex toy back into play and plunging it into the younger girl with one hand while keeping her mouth locked at the clitoris above. She reached back her other hand and clenched it around the thickness of my cock just outside her filled entrance, enjoying the slippery, tactile pleasure of me slipping easily in and out.

After only a few moments of this it was apparent from the girls' mutual moaning that they were approaching climax. As Rachel's muscles began to spasm around me, Adrienne writhed and shook wildly on the bed, a more exaggerated version of what I had seen back in the office as she had brought herself off. Here she took Rachel's hair in her hands, locked the girl's face between her thighs, and held on tightly. 

I then felt an orgasm push up through me, resisting its imperative until the last possible moment. I buried myself to the hilt in Rachel, shooting what felt like an enormous load deep into her cavity. She herself moaned as loudly as Adrienne, her face shaking back and forth between the other girl's legs. I ended with a few final thrusts to be sure that she was left with all I could give.

Knowing it would be imprudent to linger, I quickly pulled out of Rachel, gave her a squeeze of thankful acknowledgment, and headed back to the still-darkened closet, closing the door behind me. I watched as Adrienne propped herself up on one arm and pulled off the blindfold, her hair a wild mess around her face. 

Rachel crawled forward and spooned up against Adrienne on the bed, taking the brunette's chest in her hands from behind. "You were awesome," she cooed to the younger girl. "But don't think this means we aren't still in competition with one another."

"Oh... Oh, wow..." Adrienne seemed unable to muster a coherent response. "We can... worry about that later."

I had quietly begun to put my clothes back on when Adrienne sat up and walked toward the bathroom, her unsupported chest a marvel that again seemed unduly cumbersome on her slender frame. After she had shut the door behind her, Rachel stood, clothed in a bedsheet, and casually approached, opening the door as I tied my shoelaces.

"Come on. She might not be in there for long. Time for you to go." She kissed me for the first and only time that evening and forced me out.

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The New Office Head



Mary Hansen was new in our town hall. She just had finished her examination and already got an employment at the local city council. What a lucky coincidence that the position of the law office head had to be occupied and that the mayor remembered the daughter of the town famous entrepreneur family, who against any family tradition had chosen a career in the field of jurisprudence.

Mary had been an ambitious student. She was professional excellent, friendly, almost slightly shy in her appearance. The slim dark haired woman with the athletic body could impress with excellent certificates. What was missing was life experience. During the 28 years of her life her father had blocked his princess consequently from any harmful influences that could lurk on an attractive young woman outside her parents´ city mansion. Of course there had been some affairs during high school and college, but they hadn't last long.

And now she was sitting here in the meeting of the heads of department to introduce herself to them. These seven middle aged guys, most of them about 50 years old, had lower income than her but were occupying their positions in general for years if not decades and were ruling in their departments like little kings. These mostly potbellied misters in sweaty shirts and cheap jackets were sitting there, letting Mary talk. About her past, her professional qualifications. And while Mary was talking they inspected her with their views from head to toe, more or less arrogant, sometimes giving each other a wink or a grin. While she was speaking Mary was slipping back and forth on the office chair in the meeting room. She was nervous. Advised by her parents she was wearing a grey jacket over a simple white blouse and a quite short skirt, also grey. She just wasn't used to such clothes. More the jeans type at home and in the university Mary didn't really know how to sit there without risking to allow an unexpected view at her tasteful silk panties or that her skirt might be slipping up showing more of her leg than she wanted to.

Of course the old guys felt Mary's uncertainty and made their fun out of it. She felt the views. Mary got hot and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Please, don´t blush now, that was what she thought.

Mary was sweating. Laurie Matthews, chief of the registration office for 23 years, knew exactly what he did to her as he mentioned it directly. "But Ms. Hansen, you are blushing, really, how cute!" Mary was completely overwhelmed by the situation. "Mrs. Hansen please..." "Ohh, you are married?" Alfred Masters, chief of the building department asked his question extra surprised and gave Laurie a wink. "No, I, I mean..." Mary got into stuttering. From this moment on she felt completely exposed. She looked at herself and her new co-workers completely different now. These gentlemen seemed to judge every single move of her. Her head had to be shining in scarlet like a carnival balloon! Who is blushing easily already because of trivial reasons is looked at in general as uptight or at least shy. And Mary didn't want such an impression, not at all. She had to get herself some respect if she wanted to fulfill the high expectations. Especially her dominating father would never accept his daughter to fail.

"Pooh", Laurie Matthews´ voice broke the embarrassing silence, "pretty hot here in our room beneath the roof. I think we should loosen up the dress code." Having said this he already took off his jacket and put it over the back of his chair. The other chiefs of department followed. And again there was this sly wink of an eye.

"And Ms. Hansen, don't you want to ease yourself, too?" 

"But I, I simply cannot just ..." "Well, now relax a bit. Look, we all took off our jackets. During this summer heat this is nothing unusual in this house. 

Mary was insecure, looking from one to the other. Encouragingly her new co-workers were smiling at her. Yes, it was really hot in there. She was breathing deeply and finally started to take off her jacket and hang it over the back of her chair. She was nervous. As she slipped out of her jacket she couldn't prevent her young tight breasts to be stretched out to the public in her blouse. 

Full of interest the gentlemen were watching how Mary's bra was shining through her thin white blouse. As she was throwing her jacket over the back of her chair she was turning her back to her co-workers stretching out her ass slightly too far unintentionally . Because of Mr. Matthews throating just at the right moment Mary didn't hear the sound of the digicam. As Mary was turning around again and took her seat the digicam had already disappeared in it's owner's pocket. 

During this meeting the gentlemen seemed to be quite absentminded. Each of them was rather dreaming about what he could be doing with the young co-worker in his office after all the other co-workers had gone to enjoy their leisure time. 

As time was moving forward towards high noon it got even hotter in this little office under the heavy town hall roof. One after the other the chiefs of department started to loosen up their ties. It didn't take long and the ties were flying somewhere in the corner. Shortly after that the top buttons of the sweaty shirts got opened. 

"Oh yeah, that's much better. Ms. Hansen, I can't stand seeing how you are sweating in your tight closed blouse!" 

Being slightly irritated Mary was looking at Mr. Matthews. 

"Now come on, nobody will get hurt if you open up one or two buttons of your blouse!" Mary was insecure. She had learned a lot at the university but not about the town hall dress code during a hot summer day. 

Well, she could open up one button without any risk. With a wide grin the horny old farts were watching how Mary's fingers were moving to the top button of her high collared white blouse. Under her armpits dark spots could already be seen at the pale fabric. As she opened the top button she gave view to a little piece of sweat shining skin. Mary felt the heat rise in her body. 

Looking for help her view was moving from one to the other but all she saw were expectant faces. No help. The young Republican city council member that had joined them meanwhile was grinning at her almost unashamedly while she felt the heat rising in her body again. Being shy she was turning her front facing the flipchart and with her back turned to her co-workers to open up her jacket. It was quiet as a mouse in the room now as she opened up the zipper of her jacket with a loud sound.

Because of the silence in the room the tension seemed almost unbearable to her. With trembling hands Mary was opening up the top button of her blouse first, then another one. Just at the moment that she was turning again towards her audience a drop of sweat was falling down from that spot behind her left ear and ran along her long neck into the now opened blouse. Spellbound all eyes in the room were following the way of this drop, along the beginning of her left breast, in between her two hills of pleasure and down into her blouse where it was hidden from their view finally.

"Well, gentlemen..."

Somehow Mary managed to survive this lecture. With a scarlet head she was running to the ladies' room without proper good-bye. Breathing heavily she was standing with her hands on the washbasin looking in the mirror. What was happening to her? The mirror showed her scarlet face. Her cheeks were glowing. Her blouse was showing clear sweat spots under her armpits.

While Mary was still thinking about how to get her appearance somewhat back in shape simultaneously one of the cabin doors opened and also the door that led from the town hall corridor to the ladies' room.

Out of the cabin there came a woman Mary had never seen before. Short black hair and a slightly harsh looking face, kind of edgy. She was wearing a severe grey pantsuit and a white blouse and stepped beside Mary in front of the washbasin. "Ohhh, the young Mrs. Hansen..." At the same time the young Republican city council member was entering the ladies' room. Thunderstruck Mary was looking at him before she was able to talk to the young man indignantly.

"Would you please..." Looking for help Mary was turning to the woman next to her. She couldn't get any more words out of her mouth as she saw the greedy glance in the eyes of her new co-worker. Instead of helping her to throw this young prig out of the ladies´ room she stabbed her in the back. That rather means she stood in her way as Mary tried to retreat from the young city council member who was moving towards her with two fast steps. This harsh looking woman stood directly behind her and grabbed Mary's upper arms so she could hardly move. Mary didn't know what was happening to her. The city council member had already reached her. She could smell his sweat and his arousal. Frightened she tried to retreat but the unknown woman had her fixed in her strong hands.

While he was laying his hands on Mary's hips like he was owning her already the city council member whispered in her left ear with his hoarse voice : "Interesting lecture Ms. Hansen. But now I would like to deal a little bit with the speaker."

"As with every new female employee..." the witch sizzled into her right ear from behind.

With her slim hands the woman grabbed Mary's boobs from behind, covered only by her thin blouse and her black bra. Mary was gasping by surprise and already felt his hard cock through his trousers pressing against her crotch in front of her. Under the laughter of the city council member the woman led her left hand under Mary's skirt between her thighs and into her silk panties.

The city council member and the woman nestled themselves tightly at Mary's now almost uncovered crotch, letting their pelvises move in circles. That way Mary's pelvis had to move in the same rhythm automatically. Through the fabric of his trousers she could clearly feel his erection.

The woman's right hand was slipping under Mary's blouse from behind, opening up her bra and reached her right tit.

The long thin fingers were moving in circles around Mary's sensible nipple, stimulating it until it was erected. A quiet moaning left Mary's open lips. Whether she wanted or not, Mary felt how she got wet.

Four arms were turning her towards the washbasin under soft pressure and forced her waist above it. Quickly he pulled her slip down.

Looking in the mirror Mary realized that the woman opened up her trousers without any shame and started to stroke her own pussy tenderly.

The city council member's voice sounded somehow different. "Mmmmh, somebody got wet... you like this, don't you?"

Then Mary heard how a zipper got opened.

His impressive boner was already wandering along her buttocks. He was pressing her waist deeper over the washbasin onto the cold and wet porcelain. The city council member was massaging her young pussy with his hard and mighty piston, rubbing it over her cunt until he reached her clitty. Mary was gasping, pressing her ass towards him.

Then Mary heard herself gasping, moaning.... "Yessss, come on, give it to me...". She was scared. Did she really say that?

But this invitation would not have been necessary anyway. The city council member got himself into position stretching her pussy lips apart with his rod of lust, pressing it in, gingerly at first, but deeper and deeper step by step. The breath of them both was getting more and more heavy. The city council member was pumping harder and harder. Mary pressed herself towards him, replying to his rhythmic thrusts.

His hands were grabbing her hips, his pelvis was hitting her sweet ass with every fucking thrust. After every thrust the city council member pulled his cock almost completely out just to push it back inside again with its full length.

Mary reacted at every new penetration with loud screaming what probably could be heard all through the town hall but at least at the men's room next door.

The city council member was grabbing under her waist with his left hand and started kneading her tight breast. Her abdomen was fucking towards him with lust and she was moaning in horniness.

Mary had denied the physical needs of a woman at her age for much too long. She was gasping in horniness while the city council member was pumping her extra slowly just to tease her slightly. As Mary climaxed she was screaming louder than ever before. His thrusts got faster and faster into her twitching crotch, her contracting gap would empty his balls within seconds. As Mary got her second orgasm also the city council member was moaning.

He was fucking one last time deep into her gap and shot his cream into her cunt. His weakening lout was slipping out easily. The woman in the pantsuit could clearly see that he had shot such an amount of cum into Mary's pussy that it was dripping out again.

Right now Mary didn't think about that she had stopped being under birth control shortly after her last relationship ended. That would come to her mind later.

"We'll be working together well, Ms. Hansen!" The city council member was packing his smudged cock back in his trousers and left the ladies' room together with the woman in the pantsuit.

While Mary was watching at herself in the mirror gasping she realized that the door to the ladies´ room was opened again...



The New Office Sex Kitten



She was mesmerizing, absolutely so, and I can say that without the slightest hint of exaggeration. She was my dream woman, but not just mine- oh no, judging by the way she turned heads as she walked, she was busy occupying quite a few others', too. 

Michael's and Associates isn't a riveting place on its best day, but on a Monday at 8am it's at its absolute worst. Almost anything can be categorized as exciting when half the staff is busy clearing out their inbox and slurping down luke warm coffee. We'll take anything we can get, and we're not beneath oogling a pretty face. Really, who is? So, when foxy Miss Red pranced in, we were all too eager to sit back and enjoy the show. I'm no pro at reading lips, but it didn't take long to figure out that my useless, Sea Sponge of a boss was leading Red around and performing obligatory introductions. Who was this mystery creature and why all the pomp and circumstance? I'm left with baited breath and more than my curiosities growing as she's led quickly past me, her hips swaying side to side with an overt sensuality that's barely contained by her skintight pencil skirt. 

It doesn't take long before the rumors start swirling around the office. Some say she's the boss's latest fling, we all know he has a sweet spot for well-dressed temps, but my more credible sources say that she's filling the team member spot that's just been vacated by Michael's and Associates most recent victim- we told Bob to lay off the Dunkin Doughnuts and Marlboro breaks, but he never listened. It isn't until after lunch that the office tension becomes so palpable that the head honcho decides to finally make a formal announcement. He clears his throat to get the attention of the pod, as if he needs to direct attention towards them; every eye in the place is settled on the redhead in stilettos. There's a confidence about her that's easy to spot. The way she's perched on those heels, one hip jutting out, her right hand falling perfectly into the curve of her hip- she's sexy and she knows it. That's powerful and that's...delicious. All the men in the pod are drooling over their keyboards, fabricating fantasy after fantasy in their filthy heads. She's being bent over every desk in the place right now, on her knees in front of every rolling chair...and she loves it. I barely catch the actual introduction, but learn that the rumors are true. She is the newest project manager and my new team mate. 

"I'll let you go make some more intimate introductions with your new coworkers, Annie." the Sponge offers before clomping back to his office; probably to jerk off like the rest of us are dying to. 

At the mention of intimate introduction, I make eye contact with my cube mate, Paul, and he winks. I know what he's thinking; I'd love to make some intimate introductions with her, alright. Our teenage wet dreams are interrupted by the soft sound of a polite throat clearing. I can tell who it is by the way Paul's brows raise before I even swivel around. I turn and see Red standing right behind me- she's even more stunning up close and I use the spare seconds to drink her in. She has long, red curls that fall past her shoulders, her green blouse is buttoned modestly, but it can't hide the delicious swell of her pert breasts. Her curves are classic; a tiny waist perfectly sets off her rounded hips and thick thighs. I'm dying to see her from behind again, the way her heels perk up her perfect ass has shallow-ed my breathing. 

She licks her lips before she speaks, making her dark, red pout glisten, "I'm Annie Morgan, you're new partner on the Daisy Made Cakes line." Red sticks out her hand, thin fingers are accented by dangerous claws, her lips crack into a Coke-a-Cola grin as she shakes my hand firmly. 

I can't even stand up to give her a proper hand shake, not without facing a sexual harassment suit. "Nice...I'm uh-I'm Adam," I stutter, like an idiot, but I can't manage much else. My thought process is clouded with images of Red straddling my lap, her tight skirt riding up to her waist so that she can get those gorgeous legs on either side of me. 

Her grin fades, but judging by the smirk that's left on her face I can tell that she knows what she's doing to me and she loves it. Powerful, beautiful, and dangerous- her attributes are growing. "I have a lot of new hire paperwork to take care of, but if you don't mind staying after a bit, I was hoping that you'd get me up to speed on this client?" She asks as if it's even a question, I can practically see Paul biting his knuckle behind the half-wall; this isn't something you say no to. 

"Yeah, yeah of course," the words spill out too quickly, I can't keep my cool with her. She has my body completely tense; my shoulders are pressed up to my ear lobes. 

"You're a doll," she purrs before turning on her shining, black stilettos and sauntering away. My eyes immediately land on her tight ass. I notice that I can't make out any panty lines, and my mind starts to turn over what she has, or doesn't have, beneath that tight skirt. 

The day drags on and I barely get a start on the Daisy Made Cakes advertising campaign. I keep picturing Red in the frilly apron getup that the product mascot is wearing. In my mind, it's a lot less wholesome than what the design team was going for. I think my idea's a little more appealing, though. Sex sells, and I'm already dying to taste her cream filling. The office clears out by five o'clock because it's a Monday and no one wants to be there a second longer than they have to. I'd be flying out the door right behind Paul if it wasn't for Red. 

She keeps me waiting another hour before I finally hear the ticks of her heels down the hallway. My drooping eyes snap open immediately, and I run a hand through my dark hair to settle down the soft waves I've been tugging at for the last grueling hour. 

She steps into my cubicle and immediately seems to occupy all of the space. Her hips knock against my small desk top, shaking my coffee cup, she leans back and lets out a little moan, "Oh...I'm so sorry. He kept me in there all afternoon. All those damn papers- so exhausting. I'll be signing my name in my sleep tonight," she finishes with a haughty laugh that sends a chill up my spine. I watch her lean forward, my eyes sneaking a peek down her shirt as it falls away from her body. I can just barely see the black lace lining the top of her bra; my palms are starting to sweat and I feel a twitch in my cock. Her hand finds my thigh and she gives me a firm pat, "So, what have you been slaving away at all afternoon? Let me jump into this, too. I'm here to help you, Adam. Use me." 

Use me...Her last words hang in the air between us, building up the tension that's already palpable on my end. She has to know, she has to be fucking with me. My eyes follow her hand up as it brushes away a stray curl that's fallen between her breasts. Her fingertips linger too long at her neck; absentmindedly, they trace the line of her collarbone and down to skim the top button of her blouse. God, I want to kiss the path she's drawing me. I'm dying to rip open her shirt and kiss the tops of her breasts where I saw the lace skimming her soft skin. 

"Adam? Are you listening to me?" Hearing my name snaps be back to reality and I realize that I've been sitting here, entranced, and she's been waiting for my briefing on the project. 

"Yeah, yeah...Sorry. Really tired," I have to literally shake my head to clear out the filth. I motion to my computer screen where an unfinished, rough, campaign is laid out, "This is all I've got so far. It's proving...difficult." 

"Let me see," She scoots off the edge of my desk and comes to stand behind me. With her hands braced on her thighs she leans down and hovers over my shoulder; I can feel her breasts nudge lightly against my shoulder blade. "Oh, it's going to be a long night. We have lots to do before the AM meeting." 

The night is long, and frustrating. Red and I work side by side for hours and the innocent touches and accidental brushings of skin on skin keep happening. She loves it. It's a game of cat and mouse for her, and the sex kitten has the upper hand. From over my shoulder, I watch her walk back from getting us round three of shitty, lounge coffee, waving goodbye to the night janitor as the elevator doors slide closed with a ding. Red hands me a cup before she makes herself comfortable on the edge of my desk, crossing one perfectly smooth calve over top the other.

"I'm exhausted. Let's do some quick edits and call it a night?" I ask, because I can't take it anymore. I've had a hardon for what feels like the past ten hours and I need to go home and let the fantasies play out; I need relief. 

She looks at me with a smirk, her eyes close slightly and I wonder if it's out of need for sleep or something darker, and carnal. "I don't think I'm ready to call it a night, Adam," she's up and crossing what little distance is between us, "I know what you've been thinking...I want it, too." I can't comprehend the words coming out of her beautiful mouth. For a split second I wonder if it's the exhaustion playing tricks on me, but then I feel her hand brush against my cock and I let out a gasp; It's real. 

"Do you want me, Adam?" She purrs, her head is leaned down so close to mine that I can feel the warm kiss of her breath against my neck and ear. It sends shivers up my arms and my cock instantly hardens. 

"Yes," I get out. It's loud and almost strangled as I try to make sense of the situation unfolding in front of me. I desperately want to get my hands on her, but I'm afraid that if I touch her- the fantasy will unravel before me. 

Red drops down to her knees in front of me, her hands run up my thighs and they tense. "Relax, baby," she purrs as her fingers search out my belt buckle and undo it with an efficient flick of her wrist, "sit back and let me take care of you." 

She doesn't break eye contact as she unbuttons my dress slacks and slides down the zipper, but I have to close my eyes when her hands slip into my boxes and I feel her warmth close around my cock. I let out a moan and my head falls back. "I can't wait to wrap my lips around you," I don't need to open my eyes to see the smile that's plastered on her face. 

Her hand leaves me cock and I open my eyes to see her lick her palm before she wraps it around me again. She tightens her grip and starts to run her hand up and down the length of my rigid cock. I grip the arm rests of my desk chair, my hips thrusting up into her hand as she speeds up her pace. I'm dying to feel the wetness of her warm mouth and I let out a few strangled pleas, "Please...please." 

She lets out a small moan and stops her motions. I watch, my mouth hanging open, my eyes half closed with lust, as she rubs the head of my cock across her pouty lips. She opens her mouth and flicks her tongue across the head of my cock, licking off the drips of precum leaking out. I mash my lips together to keep in the loud groan that's trying to escape, but I can't steady my hips; I'm bucking up into her hand- trying to push myself into her mouth. She lets out a moan of her own, relishing in the control she has over me, but she decides to reward me for my efforts. Her shining lips part and she slowly leans down to close them over the head of my cock. Her hand grips tighter and she flicks her tongue back and forth over my aching head. 

"Oh, god, Annie..." I groan, my hands lock onto the sides of the chair to keep myself from ramming her head down on my cock. 

She starts to move her hand again, twisting and corkscrewing up and down, as she licks greedily at the sensitive, swollen head of my cock. I'm lost in the sensation for awhile, until her loud moans pull me out and force my eyes open. I look down at the red headed goddess between my legs and I realize that her left hand has snaked down between her legs, and her skirt is hiked up to her waist. I catch a glimpse of her hand inside her black, lace panties and I lose it. My hand finds the back of her head and I grab onto her red curls and pull her mouth down onto my cock. I'm rewarded with a loud moan that I can feel vibrate down the length of my cock. I keep her head still, thrusting my hips hard up into her mouth, finally using her like I've been dying to all night. I can't last much longer like this. My body tenses, my legs go stiff, and the overwhelming build up hits me hard. I knot my fingers into her hair and cum hard, jamming my dick into her mouth and holding her still while I unload ropes of cum into her delicious mouth. 

It takes some time before I finally ease up my grip and let her pull her head back. I feel her suck deeply as she lifts her head up, swallowing my cum and licking up the length of my cock. She sits back on her heels and licks her lips with a smile; they're glistening with a mix of saliva and cum and it's possibly the sexiest thing I've ever seen. 

"Perks of working late, huh?" My sex kitten purrs before she slinks her way up into my lap and I realize it's going to be a very long night at the office.



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Rachel, whose attention had also been focused squarely in my lap, broke her stare long enough to look at me with a suspicious glint in her eye. I felt her begin to shimmy her lower finger back and forth on the underside of my erection. At the same time, Kelly leaned forward deeper still. Her breasts, though not nearly as large as Adrienne's or even Rachel's had appeared, were substantial. As she braced herself to obtain a better angle for measuring, her arms forced her chest inward and upward, creating a deep line of soft cleavage.

Between Rachel's discreet manipulations and this unexpected look at Kelly's chest, my arousal spiked dramatically. As Kelly continued to fool with the measuring tape, searching for an appropriate angle, Rachel moved her finger even more aggressively. I felt the familiar pulse of a burgeoning orgasm ripple through me. I tried to turn away, but Rachel only gripped me more tightly in response.

Kelly glanced up at me from her crouched position, her hair beautifully coiffed around her face and her blue eyes magnetic. "You seem to keep getting bigger," she said quizzically. "Now it's just shy of seven and a half--" 

Her assessment was interrupted, however, as the first shot of cum rocketed outward directly into the cleavage created by her forward lean. Perhaps in response to the unexpected warmth coursing between her breasts, she pulled back slightly, but lost her balance in the process and fell right onto the seat of her pants. Rachel gasped but her grip, if anything, had strengthened.

Kelly was now perched low enough that my second emission hit her squarely in the face, ricocheting away and leaving a long streak of gooey whiteness running from her forehead down across her left eye to her cheek. She belatedly raised a hand, but to little avail. Over the next ten seconds five or six lengthy ropes of ejaculate landed on the medical staff member's lower chin, upper chest, and sweater.

The three of us remained frozen in silence, the last vestiges of my orgasm dribbling out onto Rachel's hand. I was immediately concerned for my job but couldn't take my eyes from the darkening stains all over the front of Kelly's red top.

Kelly, her eyes closed, began to draw a deep breath but suddenly exhaled sharply. In a moment I realized that she was almost convulsing with laughter in front of us on the floor.

She finally paused and was able to draw enough breath to speak. A heavy strand of semen hung down from her chin, threatening to join the already considerable amount currently dressing her decolletage. She opened her eyes with a squint, ejaculate clinging thickly to the lashes of her left eye, and said good-naturedly, "Well, that didn't go according to plan, did it?"

The other girl released my softening cock for the first time and looked closely at her hand, which had also been coated during the course of my release. She stretched the substance between her fingers with intense interest, but suddenly realized that Kelly needed help. She walked to the sink, washed her hand, and extended a wet paper towel toward the smiling brunette, who was still lying on the floor.

Kelly rejected the towel with an exhausted wave. "I want to see myself in a mirror," she said. "And we may as well take some pictures. This should definitely should be documented in my files." 

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I returned to the ground floor with Rachel a few minutes later. As we stood outside the front entrance, she turned to me and said with a smirk, "Maybe... I was holding you wrong?"

I was unsure how to answer her question. I decided to play it cool to prevent further trouble with Maria. "I'm so sorry about that... I should have had more self control."

"Well," she replied with a deadpan shrug, "I'm not sorry. I've never seen Kelly so surprised."

I grinned in response. "I knew it! You kept me aimed at her intentionally!"

"You can't prove anything! And you'd better not let Maria find out. She'd be furious."

That thought was sobering. I was holding onto this job by the narrowest of margins, and Maria would never condone what had happened down there, even if it had been an accident. We said our goodbyes for the evening and I headed back to my apartment, my mind filled with images of all the new women in my life.

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A week passed, the days blurring into one another. I learned more about my data management responsibilities in the office, which had already begun to seem somewhat rote and menial. I knew that I had been brought in to fill an entry-level position, but I suppose I had deluded myself about precisely how dull the work itself would be.

My encounters with the various girls in the office, by contrast, became a source of great comfort to me. Adrienne and I ate lunch together frequently, and Rachel often invited me out for coffee in the afternoon. Maria was the only one to keep things strictly professional, although even she would sometimes smile and exchange pleasantries.

The following Monday morning I came in early, dressed sharply and set on making the sort of impression that would merit a quick promotion. I had also finally remembered to bring a set of workout clothing in case I had a chance to check out the gym. 

Rachel was not at her desk. I went straight to my office, where Maria was sitting at her station as usual. She greeted me with a hello and turned back to her work.

Adrienne came in a few minutes later. She was again wearing a black skirt and white blouse, the same ensemble she frequently sported, although this time she had added a light blue cardigan with a deep v-neck. The fabric clung heavily to her breasts, which, as I had noticed on a daily basis for the past week, bobbled heavily as she walked. She had confided sheepishly over one notable lunchtime conversation that she struggled to find clothing which could accommodate both her tall, slim figure and expansive bust.

Once I got situated at my desk, I opened Outlook to find a new message. The subject line read "Health Assessment Results -- Confidential". The body of the email contained all the measurements Kelly had taken. As I scrolled down, I noticed an attachment. My recently configured computer gave an error prompt when I tried to access it. 

I mentioned to Maria that the Health Department had sent me a strangely formatted file that my computer wouldn't recognize. She suggested that I could send it to her and also to Adrienne, to see if the problem was isolated to only my terminal, before contacting the IT department.

As I rounded Maria's desk to see the results, we both heard Adrienne let out a gasp. Suddenly, just as the email arrived on Maria's computer as well, I remembered what Kelly had said about "taking pictures" the week before.

I tried to interrupt Maria before she could click on the attachment's icon, but to no avail. It opened immediately. We both stared agape at a high-resolution photo of Kelly, fully clothed but obviously taken only moments after I had ejaculated on her. She bore a radiant smile. The streaks of cum across her face had congealed slightly but were otherwise undisturbed, a strand still hanging from her chin and much more glinting on her upper chest. Viscous droplets rested throughout her thick, curly hair. Her sweater was a total mess.

Maria's eyes widened. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is," she said quietly.

"It's... It's not what it looks like. The whole thing was an accident! They were trying to... measure me... or something," I finished lamely.

"An accident? That doesn't look like any accident I've ever seen. I'm getting Kelly up here right away. And what do you mean by 'they'? Was Rachel involved in this?"

"Things were moving really quickly... Rachel barely had anything to do with it." The last thing I wanted was to get her in trouble.

"Go find Rachel and bring her back here right now," she ordered, picking up the phone and beginning to dial Kelly's office. I left quickly, seeing on my way out that Adrienne remained fixated on her monitor, absently toying with her chest.

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After about five minutes of searching, I found Rachel at the coffee bar, sipping a cappuchino. She gave me her usual half-solemn, half-teasing look as I walked in.

"We've got a problem on our hands. Or, at least, I do, anyway," I said to her worriedly.

"What's up?" she replied casually. "I'm sure it's nothing we can't work out. Everyone here is already really impressed with you." She pursed her lips seductively.

"Well, remember how you mentioned that Maria shouldn't find out about the debacle down in the health clinic? She, um, found out. Graphically."

Rachel immediately entered damage control mode, all humor disappearing from her face. "Oh dear. I'd better get over there before Kelly does."

We walked back down the long corridor toward my office, our footsteps echoing, but it was apparent that we were already too late. From some distance away I heard Maria yelling: "We hire someone for the first time in years and within forty-eight hours of him walking into the building you let him cum on your face? And you took pictures of it? Are you crazy?" I couldn't make out Kelly's response, but I did hear Maria pick up again. "I don't care whether it was an accident and I especially don't care whether you liked it. This picture could get us all fired!"

As Rachel and I reached the doorway, Maria looked over to us and said sternly, "Rachel, in. You, out. I can't look at you right now." Kelly winked at me cheerfully from behind Maria's back.

"Adrienne, go with him," Maria added. "Do try not to get in the way of any stray orgasms during the next hour or two, please. Apparently others on our staff have difficulty with that." She glared at Kelly. I grabbed my change of clothes and left.

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As we made our way down the long corridor toward the elevators, Adrienne turned to me. "What's in the bag?"

"Well, I thought that with all the drama in there, I might head down to the basement and see how the gym looks," I replied.

"Great idea!" she exclaimed. "I'll come with you. I think I have some clothes in my locker down there." We entered the empty elevator and the doors closed behind us.

We stood in silence for a moment as the elevator began to descend. I decided to clear the air before things became even more awkward. "Listen," I began, raising my eyes to hers. The tall, Harvard-educated brunette was looking at me intently from behind her glasses. "I'm sorry you had to see that. It was inappropriate. I really don't want to get off on the wrong foot around here." I looked back down at my shoes glumly.

Adrienne appeared thoughtful as she stood beside me. "You know, I've... I've never actually seen it before. Like, outside of a health textbook or whatever." She paused, biting her lower lip. "I guess I didn't think there would be that much," she said, finally breaking into a nervous giggle.

"I think it... came as a surprise to everybody," I replied, the unintentional pun lost on the inexperienced girl.

After the elevator had reached the lower level, we exited and went to the left, entering onto a large gym floor with about twenty treadmills and ellipticals, a full spectrum of weight-lifting machines and racks, and a large deployment of soft blue mats appropriate for stretching or yoga. Virtually all of the walls were covered with mirrors. The facility was completely empty, probably due to the time of day.

Adrienne led me into a locker room. "This gym is for employees only, just so you know. Rachel's down here all the time. In fact, I'll text her to let her know we came down. Come on, my stuff is back this way."

I followed her into a U-shaped, carpeted room with locker-lined walls, backless benches, and a number of mirrors and sinks. A nearby wood-panelled door led to a small sauna. At the other end of the "U" the carpet transitioned into a tiled floor, branching off into what Adrienne explained were the showers, bathrooms, and pool area. "Everything's co-ed down here," she explained, "although the company employs very few men, so it's usually not an issue."

She opened one of the spacious, full-length lockers and looked back at me pointedly. I took the hint, walking around to the opposite arm of the "U," where I opened my own locker and switched into a t-shirt and soccer shorts.

Just as I was lacing up my sneakers, Adrienne returned, her glasses and business clothing abandoned. In its place were a form-fitting white cotton tank top and a snug pair of green shorts, the waistband cuffed once around her hips, a few inches below the shirt's lower edge. She was naturally slender, and seemed ever-so-slightly awkward, having neither Rachel's graceful, well-toned build nor Maria's natural sensuality and hypnotic stride. 

I attributed the awkwardness in large part to her full chest, which visually dominated the picture even though her tank top did not actually dip low enough to show cleavage. Each breast weighed downward enough to overlap an inch of the shirt below, their outward separation causing lines of striation to appear in the taut fabric between. Through the white fabric I could discern the outline of what did not appear to be a sports bra. In fact, it seemed to be the same demi-cup bra she had been wearing earlier. I did my best not to goggle openly.

"Bet I'm faster than you are!" she said with a grin. I wondered to myself how she could possibly run at any speed without injuring herself.

We walked back into the main area and parted ways, Adrienne going toward an empty elliptical and me toward an ergometer. Due to the positioning of the mirrors I had a clear profile view of Adrienne's machine. She climbed on and began at a slow pace, her thighs raising and lowering, butt flexing, the movement imparting a definite up-and-down momentum to her breasts.

After a few minutes Adrienne and I each increased the pace on our respective machines. Her chest bobbed more aggressively, the upper portions now rising dramatically out of her top with each upward push. I realized that I would have to focus elsewhere if I wanted to get anything out of the workout.

After about twenty minutes of rowing I felt wonderful, having almost completely forgotten about Maria, Kelly, and the events of the day. I began thinking again about my future with the office--the opportunities for advancement, the quality of the work, and so on. I had even forgotten about Adrienne. I got up and did a number of other exercises until I had worked up a thorough sweat.

As I headed back for a shower, I saw Adrienne on the blue mats doing a post-workout stretch. Surprisingly, Rachel was standing next to her, now also wearing workout clothing--a high-necked racerback blue sports top came down just above light grey yoga pants. The top's built-in bra seemed to support her breasts in a way that spread and minimized them. Having never seen her ass in anything other than a skirt before, I now marvelled. It was almost on par with Maria's, though not quite so outrageously well-rounded.

The two girls glanced over and smiled at me. I paused, transfixed, as Adrienne closed her eyes and raised her arms above her head, causing the large teardrop shape of each breast to be outlined in relief against her narrow chest. The now-damp tanktop clung to her even more tightly than before. A deep press of cleavage emerged near her neckline, hung for a moment, and disappeared again as she replaced her hands at her sides. She then began to bend at the waist, displaying a temptingly soft-looking ass. Her shorts covered only a few inches of her upper thigh. 

At that moment I realized Rachel had been watching me the entire time. She called out, "Hey, would you mind helping us with a stretch for a minute?"

"No, not at all," I said, eager to avoid the impression that anything was wrong. 

Rachel directed us down into a seated position on the mat, face to face, our legs spread-eagled with heels braced against one another. Each of our shorts had been stretched taut, Adrienne's now revealing the entirety of her endless legs. 

Acting with authority, Rachel pushed us both forward and instructed us to link up, each holding the other's forearms. The tall, fit girl then crouched down next to me, again smiling. "Okay, you lean back slowly so that Adrienne has to come forward."

Adrienne began to dip her torso downward. As she bent deeper, her head facing to her left, a deep valley was exposed within the neck of her top. Bluish green veins were barely visible beneath the surface of her pale, immaculate breasts as they sat fixed just feet from my face. The firm clutch of her arms on mine raised my level of excitement further. We held this position for twenty to thirty seconds, my eyes glued to the opening of her shirt.

I suddenly felt Rachel's hands on my shoulders. "I see you're getting a good stretch too," she whispered slyly. It suddenly struck me that I had an almost full erection pushing out against the left leg of my shorts -- directly opposite where Adrienne was facing.

"I'd better get going," I said with embarrassment, quickly rising to my feet. I couldn't let Adrienne think I viewed her only as a sex object. As I hobbled toward the nearby locker room, I heard Rachel laughing behind me.

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Back in the locker room, I mentally kicked myself for becoming so aroused by Adrienne. The locker room was still empty, although the light hum of air circulation kept the room from complete silence. As I walked toward my own locker, I noticed that Adrienne had left her compartment ajar, her cardigan hanging out slightly. 

I walked over to look more closely, concerned that she may have left her belongings in a position where something could be stolen. As I approached, someone pressed up behind me and covered my eyes with their hand.

"Somebody's a little too interested in their new office mate, huh?" Rachel said in a sing-song voice. 

Sputtering, as I had been so often recently, I turned around. "The door was open! I wanted to make sure no one would take her things!"

"Oh, sure. Like you haven't had eyes on her boobs all day." Rachel pushed me in the chest, forcing me back against the wall of lockers with a light thud. This hardly seemed like the sophisticated receptionist from upstairs. She then stepped forward, pressing her body against mine, and moved her face in close enough that I could feel her breath on my lips.

"I can't stop thinking about last week. Maria showed me the picture upstairs. I of course pretended to be mortified but it was even sexier than I remembered." She pressed forward even more, teasing her lips just millimeters from mine. "Maybe we could do a little more... testing... while Adrienne finishes her workout."

The feel of her body against mine had driven me into a rock-hard state, but I had already decided to reject her advances, again concerned about the repercussions if Maria were to find us out. Suddenly I heard a clattering from around the corner.

Without hesitating, Rachel opened one of the tall, deep lockers and gave me a light push backward toward it. I briefly lost my balance and stumbled backward into the space. Before I could respond, Rachel backed herself in as well and closed the door behind her. 

The compartment was considerably larger than a typical locker, probably 6' high, 2' wide, and 2' deep, although hooks jutted uncomfortably from the walls. We had almost no room to move whatsoever -- Rachel was tightly compressed against me, my chin forced down a few inches over her right shoulder. She turned and kissed me playfully on the cheek. "Keep quiet and I'll make sure you don't get in trouble," she whispered, raising my hands up from waist-level to cup her covered chest. "I would never let you get fired."

We each watched through thin slats near the top of the compartment as Adrienne came around the corner carrying a large white towel. She stepped up to her own locker, which sat on the wall opposite ours. Before even opening the locker, however, the slender brunette took a deep breath, arched her back, and peeled off her tanktop, revealing the band of the plain white bra I had seen the suggestion of earlier. As we stared at Adrienne's surprisingly arched, toned back I felt Rachel clutch at the rod of my erection, still pinned against my left leg. 




The New Office Ch. 01



Adrienne then opened her locker and hung the tanktop and towel inside. I was shocked to suddenly feel Rachel reach a hand behind her and plunge it downward inside the front of my shorts. She took hold of my hardened cock and simultaneously hitched down my clothing, exposing me in the dark, crowded space of the locker, and then slipped me into the narrow gap between her upper thighs.

At that moment Adrienne reached back and unclasped her bra, sliding it down, forward, and off in one smooth motion. The side swells of her stunning breasts were visible to us even from behind. Rachel lowered a hand to touch the head of my cock from where it emerged between her legs and began slowly pumping herself forward and back along my length. Although she used droplets of my pre-cum to smooth the motion, I also felt a sticky wetness through the insubstantial cloth of her yoga pants.

Adrienne then dropped the sweat-darkened bra onto the bench behind her and dipped to the side, in profile to us, as she pulled down and stepped out of both her green shorts and underwear at the same time. Her dangling breasts reached heavily downward but retained their youthful density. The sight was too much. I slipped my hands up into Rachel's top from below, my palms pinned against her large breasts by the tight elasticity of the bra. Her writhing against my cock became more pronounced.

At last Adrienne dropped her shorts into the locker, wrapped the towel around herself, and walked off in the direction of the shower. I closed my eyes and began pumping my hips, Rachel's fingers encircling and twisting around the head of my cock where it protruded before her. She periodically tensed her thighs, trapping me in the warm, slick area between her legs. We heard a shower turn on somewhere down the tiled hallway.

The involuntary pumps of a world-shattering orgasm set upon me. I felt an inrush of cool air just as I began to ejaculate, my mind lost in the feel of Rachel's breasts and the strong firmness of her ass fighting back against me. My eyes remained closed, my cock still thrusting between Rachel's thighs as I fired shot after shot of semen.

Finally I descended from the peak of release, still holding tightly to Rachel's chest, her nipples hardened between my fingers. She tickled my cock with her fingers one last time and then stepped forward out of the locker, pulling me with her, my hands still trapped in her top. 

Rachel flipped her shirt up, releasing me, and bent forward, apparently examining the bench before her. I looked down lazily, still disarmed by the entirety of what I had just experienced. Before us sat Adrienne's bra where she had inadvertently left it. The garment was one of the largest I had ever seen, the inner sides of its cups forming upward-facing concavities. A pool of white semen had gathered in each, with the remainder of my release now fading into the carpet where it had fallen. I realized that she must have opened the door to the locker just as I had started to cum.

"Look what you did, baby... You left all... that... just for her... or was it for me?"

Rachel swirled a finger around in one cup and sensually raised it to her mouth, applying the cum to her lips as if it were a balm. For the first time I noticed her large, perky nipples standing elegantly on high, flawless natural breasts. They were without question smaller than Adrienne's but quite large by any other standard. She stepped forward again, grabbed my limp cock with one hand, and kissed me aggressively, the salty hint of my own fluid on her lips an unfamiliar experience. 

We both noticed the sudden silence as Adrienne's shower turned off. "What are we are going to do about this?" I whispered frantically, gesturing downward. Rachel looked me in the eye, then reached over and picked up the bra, pressing the too-large cups to her own sizable breasts and rubbing back and forth for several seconds. She carefully replaced the item on the bench in its original position, her chest now gleaming with the remnants of my emission. "There," she said. "All cleaned up." The bra, which had been damp with sweat even before I came, looked no different than it had when Adrienne initially removed it.

Rachel lightly pinched her hardened nipples and pulled the cloth of her sports top back down over her bust. "I'm going to finish working out." She walked away, her ass swinging back and forth more saucily than I would have imagined she was capable of. 

Despite Rachel's satisfaction with our clean-up efforts, I couldn't in good conscience leave the bra there for Adrienne to unknowingly coat her chest in my semen. I grabbed the item and stuffed it deep into a nearby container marked "Laundry".

Afterward I darted back to my own locker, undressed quickly, and retrieved a fresh towel from the nearby stack. As I headed nonchalantly for a shower of my own, a door opened and Adrienne stepped out, wrapped tightly in the white towel I had seen her carrying earlier. She looked beautiful, her vibrant green eyes taking in my bare upper body. A slight upturning at the corners of her mouth betrayed a piqued interest. She quickly lowered her gaze and walked away toward her locker.

I showered leisurely and returned to the locker room, my thoughts still fixated on the recent events. Adrienne appeared to have taken her things and left. After changing, I walked out toward the mats, where Rachel was alone, still stretching.

She glanced upward as I approached. "Adrienne was bouncing all over the place on her way out. She said the cleaning staff must've taken her bra. I don't suppose you kept a... souvenir?" She eyed my gym bag suspiciously, her half-smile alluring.

"No, I put it in with the other laundry. I'm sure they'll figure out whose it is eventually--there can't be too many girls with her chest size running around."

"I suppose that's for the best," Rachel replied. As I began to walk away, she called out behind me, "But if it were mine, I would've worn it all day!" 

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A few days passed. The health assessment fiasco seemed to have blown over, given that conversations between me, Adrienne, and even Maria had returned mostly to normal. Rachel, by contrast, had steered totally clear of our office ever since the apparently intense conversation with Maria that had taken place before she joined me and Adrienne in the gym. Sometimes she would stop by for a few minutes after seeing Maria step into the elevator, or while I stayed late, but by and large we saw little of one another. 

Finally, on the Wednesday of my second week in the office, Maria left in the late afternoon, ostensibly going to a business meeting upstairs. Adrienne remained, typing away at her desk while I reviewed yet another batch of files. I heard a gentle rap at the door and saw Rachel standing there, wearing a blue scoop-neck short-sleeved shirt and her typical skirt, her hair pulled back and lips outlined in red. She smiled at me and walked in toward my desk.

"Hey, how's it going? I haven't seen much of you lately," she began. 

Adrienne looked up from her desk. "You know Maria said you're not supposed to be in here, right?"

I was suddenly confused. Had Maria really banned Rachel from our office?

Just as Rachel started to respond, we heard the familiar click of Maria's favorite pair of heels headed back toward the office. A look of mock panic crossed Rachel's face. She darted around to my side of the desk and pushed me to the side. Before I could react she had already dropped down and crawled into the space beneath the large, high desk. I remained positioned off to the side, my legs extended parallel to the desk so that Rachel had enough room. 

Adrienne stared at me forcefully, eyebrows raised, as Maria re-entered the room. She wore a business-like black blouse with short sleeves that ended just below the shoulder and her typically tight black pants. "What's going on? Did I miss something?" she asked, looking back and forth between us.

The situation was completely in Adrienne's hands. I froze up, not knowing whether she was about to out the guest kneeling covertly beneath my desk.

"Oh, it's nothing," Adrienne replied a little too quickly.

"Hm. Doesn't seem like nothing. I hope the two of you don't have something going on behind my back." Maria shot me a pointed look and sat back down at her desk. 

With Maria back in the room, I was compelled to begin at least a facade of work, receptionist under my desk or not. I moved my chair forward, legs stretched widely so they could rest to the sides of Rachel, who from what I could tell was sitting on the floor, her legs tucked beneath her. I hoped she was comfortable; Maria rarely left her desk twice in the same hour.

Just after I had settled in, I felt Rachel's hands press against my inner thighs as she quietly readjusted her position. The contact lasted longer than seemed strictly necessary. 

At that moment, Maria shuffled through some papers on her desk and looked up at me. "You know, I've been looking through your paperwork for the past few days and there are some things I should probably explain in more detail." She stood, picked up a stack of paperwork, and walked over to the chair in front of my desk. "Do you have a minute?"

I saw no plausible way to decline the invitation. Maria knew that I had nothing time-sensitive due today. "Um, sure," I replied. I could still feel Rachel's presence between my legs -- she had never released her loose grip on my thighs. Her touch was thrilling, on the one hand, and terrifying on the other. I could feel the beginnings of arousal.

"Good." Maria sat down, her thick, dark hair curled around her copper face as beautifully as ever. She looked down at the paper and began discussing some highly technical guidelines for our current project. Rachel's hands suddenly crawled higher up my thighs, one coming into direct contact with my growing cock. I felt her pause, probing, and then resume her ascent. 

Glancing down, I watched Rachel toy with my fly. Seeing where she was going, I tried to brush her away, but she suddenly pinched me on the inner thigh. "Ouch!" I yelped. 

Both Maria and Adrienne looked up at me quizzically. "I am so sorry. Banged my knee. I'm just a klutz today." Maria resumed her explanation, but Adrienne continued staring. At last she appeared to return to her work and began typing.

A moment late, an instant message appeared on my monitor. It was from Adrienne. "What's going on under your desk right now?" 

I typed back, "Nothing. But I seriously have no idea what to do. Can you get Maria out of here long enough for Rachel to make a break for it??"

Adrienne made a mock show of thinking it over, a little grin on her face. Rachel, meanwhile, had resumed her assault on my fly and finally opened it, taking my fully hardened cock in her hands. I foresaw this situation ending poorly.

Finally Adrienne started typing again. "I'll get rid of her if you'll take a picture on your cell phone of your lap right now." She turned and raised her eyebrows at me. As I was considering my options, I felt a fantastic warmth envelope the head of my erection. Even without looking I could tell that Rachel had just taken me in her mouth. I messaged back. "No way. Maria would be pissed if I pull out my phone right now."

Adrienne looked in my direction, her eyes challenging me. Another message: "I want to know what's going on over there. You have one minute to send me something, or you're on your own." 

Aside from Adrienne's deadline, I had at best another few minutes before I was going to peak--aside from the sheer pleasure of having Rachel's lips wrapped around me, I found the reality of getting a covert blowjob less than three feet away from my gorgeous supervisor to be tremendously arousing on a psychological level. Knowing that I could never conceal a full-on orgasm from Maria, and that I certainly couldn't stand up and walk out, it seemed that Adrienne was my only hope. 

With one hand I took out my phone, hoping that as soon as Rachel released me for even a second, I could tuck myself back into my pants and discreetly snap the photo. With the other I made a last-ditch effort to gently guide Rachel's lips off me. She resisted, sinking her teeth into me ever so slightly. Her stunning brown eyes glanced upward, taunting me. She noticed the phone and smiled as much as she could without releasing me. 

Seeing no alternative, I took the requested picture: the final product depicted Rachel's lips wrapped tightly around the thickness of my cock, her eyes enthralling, her eyebrows low and commanding. I forwarded it to Adrienne and said a mental prayer, hoping she would be satisfied and get Maria out of the room without delay.

Maria, in the meantime, had seen me fooling with my cellphone and was not pleased. She stood up and leaned forward, her forearms planted on the desk and her face just a foot from mine. "I'm taking the time to explain something to you. Could you at least do me the courtesy of giving me your complete attention?"

At those words, Rachel surged her lips forward, taking several inches of my cock into her mouth as she pumped lightly around the base with her right hand. She, like Maria, also seemed interested in having my complete attention. 

Maria was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, and I have no doubt she had enough experience with men to tell by my body language and tone of voice that something was amiss. At that moment, though, Adrienne's phone buzzed. Maria's head swiveled. "Is there anyone in this office who can concentrate on work for more than thirty fucking seconds? What could possibly be so important?"

She raised herself up from my desk and walked over to Adrienne's, where the busty brunette had quickly picked up her phone. Looking at the screen, Adrienne went still. Rachel, meanwhile, had continued pumping, her tongue twirling around the head of my cock in a way that I could tell was designed to make me cum as quickly as possible.

Adrienne recovered her composure and also stood abruptly. "I'm sorry, Maria. I can't believe this slipped my mind, but I had a problem with Operations earlier this morning and it looks like they're ready to address it. I was hoping you could take a walk down and help me."

Maria wore a skeptical look, but sighed in resignation. "Fine. Let's get it over with." She led the way out the door, her ass even more arousing as I approached ejaculation. She was probably a magnificent lover. I involuntarily pictured her bent over a desk, her pants around her ankles, waiting to receive my cock. 

Adrienne bent down to type one last message. "I want to see you after work. Upstairs, 8pm." She walked out of the office, her chest bobbing as usual.

At that precise moment, I felt a chill as Rachel released me from her mouth and pushed back on my knees, forcing me outward from the desk. She stood, stretching slightly as I sat fully aroused before her.

"Be sure to forward me that picture. I couldn't believe you would be that daring!" Rachel said, fixing her skirt. I decided she didn't need to know, at least for now, that I had taken the picture only because Adrienne had demanded that I do so. She spun and turned to leave.

"Wait a second," I exclaimed. "You put me through that ordeal and now you aren't even going to finish?"

She half-smiled at me. "I told you I'd never let you get fired. But today I was more interested in watching you scramble than in making you cum. Maybe next time." 

"Next time?" I said in disbelief.

"Oh, don't worry," Rachel replied with a teasing look. "Feel this." She stepped forward over my lap, my cock hovering below the entrance of her open skirt, and for a moment I thought was was about to lower herself down onto me. But instead she took my hand in her own and raised it between her legs, lifting her skirt in the process. Her upper thighs were slick as I massaged her soft lips through the dampened underwear. But after a moment she stepped backward, again pulling down her skirt. 

"Like I said earlier, I really like you. But until you agree to go on a date with me, a real date, things are going to get more and more interesting around here." Her brown eyes hardened. "And who knows? Maybe sooner or later, Maria will find out about everything you've been up to." She turned and walked out of the room, leaving me sitting there, my erection softening. I wondered how things could possibly get any more "interesting."